The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. … Read More
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck’s a chance, but … Read More
This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not. A. E. Housman
They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink … Read More
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves … Read More
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away. A. E. Housman
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. A. … Read More
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine. A. E. Housman
But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts A. E. … Read More
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning. A. E. Housman
Good night; ensured release, Imperishable peace, Have these for yours. * While sky and sea and land And earth’s foundations stand And heaven endures. *These … Read More
Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free. A. E. Housman
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and … Read More
Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there’s … Read More
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears. A. E. Housman
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? … Read More
There, like the wind through woods in riot, There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The … Read More
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and … Read More
Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? ‘Tis that every mother’s son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of … Read More
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone. A. E. Housman
