A E Housman Alfred Edward Housman, usually known as A. E. Housman, was an English classical scholar and poet, best known for his cycle of poems A Shropshire Lad. Lyrical and almost epigrammatic in form, the poems were mostly written before Their wistful more.. more..

“ A E Housman:Oh, when I was in love with you Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by And nothing will remain, And miles around they'll say that I Am quite myself again. #Love#Love

“ A E Housman:My heart always warms to people who do not come to see me, especially Americans, to whom it seems to be more of an effort. #America#America

“ A E Housman:Nature, not content with denying to Mr — the faculty of thought, has endowed him with the faculty of writing. #Writers and Writing#Writers and Writing

“ A E Housman:To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high, we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. #Culture#Culture

“ A E Housman:It is supposed that there has been progress in the science of textual criticism, and the most frivolous pretender has learned to talk superciliously about "the old unscientific days". The old unscientific days are everlasting; they are here and now; they are renewed perennially by the ear which takes formulas in, and the tongue which gives them out again, and the mind which meanwhile is empty of reflexion and stuffed with self-complacency. #Learning#Learning

“ A E Housman:But from my grave across my brow Plays no wind of healing now, And fire and ice within me fight Beneath the suffocating night. #Children#Children

“ A E Housman:Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow. #Age and Aging#Age and Aging

“ A E Housman: 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. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale. #Perseverance #Perseverance

“ A E Housman:And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears. #Silence#Silence

“ A E Housman:Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. #Happiness#Happiness

“ A E Housman:There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I. #Fame#Fame

“ 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. Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night. #Friends and Friendship#Friends and Friendship

“ A E Housman:With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade. #Friends and Friendship#Friends and Friendship

“ A E Housman: That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. #Nostalgia#Nostalgia

“ A E Housman:Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride. #Weddings#Weddings

“ A E Housman: In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning. #America #America

“ A E Housman:When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, "The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue." And I am two-and-twenty And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true. #Love#Love

“ A E Housman:Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough. #Beauty#Beauty

“ A E Housman:Most men are rather stupid, and most of those who are not stupid are, consequently, rather vain. #Stupidity#Stupidity

“ A E Housman:Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair. #Conscience#Conscience

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