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A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.


  1. From Clee to heaven the beacon burns
  2. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
  3. Leave your home behind, lad
  4. Wake: the silver dusk returning
  5. Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
  6. When the lad for longing sighs
  7. When smoke stood up from Ludlow
  8. Farewell to barn and stack and tree
  9. On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
  10. The Sun at noon to higher air
  11. On your midnight pallet lying
  12. When I watch the living meet
  13. When I was one-and-twenty
  14. There pass the careless people
  15. Look not in my eyes, for fear
  16. It nods and curtseys and recovers
  17. Twice a week the winter thorough
  18. Oh, when I was in love with you
  19. The time you won your town the race
  20. Oh fair enough are sky and plain
  21. In summertime on Bredon
  22. The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread
  23. The lads in their hundreds
  24. Say, lad, have you things to do
  25. This time of year a twelvemonth past
  26. Along the field as we came by
  27. Is my team ploughing
  28. High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
  29. Tis spring; come out to ramble
  30. Others, I am not the first
  31. On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble
  32. From far, from eve and morning
  33. If truth in hearts that perish
  34. Oh, sick I am to see you
  35. On the idle hill of summer
  36. White in the moon the long road lies
  37. As through the wild green hills of Wyre
  38. The winds out of the west land blow
  39. Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
  40. Into my heart on air that kills
  41. In my own shire, if I was sad
  42. Once in the wind of morning
  43. When I meet the morning beam
  44. Shot? so quick, so clean an ending
  45. If it chance your eye offend you
  46. Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
  47. Here the hangman stops his cart
  48. Be still, my soul, be still
  49. Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly
  50. In valleys of springs of rivers
  51. Loitering with a vacant eye
  52. Far in a western brookland
  53. The lad came to the door at night
  54. With rue my heart is laden
  55. Westward on the high-hilled plains
  56. Far I hear the bugle blow
  57. You smile upon your friend to-day
  58. When I came last to Ludlow
  59. The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
  60. Now hollow fires burn out to black
  61. The vane on Hughley steeple
  62. Terence, this is stupid stuff
  63. I hoed and trenched and weeded