Title | Author |
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I. 1887 | A. E. Housman |
II. [Loveliest of trees, the cherry now] | A. E. Housman |
III. The Recruit | A. E. Housman |
IV. Reveille | A. E. Housman |
V. [Oh see how thick the goldcup flow... | A. E. Housman |
VI. [When the lad for longing sighs,] | A. E. Housman |
VII. [When smoke stood up from Ludlow,] | A. E. Housman |
VIII. ["Farewell to barn and stack an... | A. E. Housman |
IX. [On moonlit heath and lonesome bank] | A. E. Housman |
X. March | A. E. Housman |
XI. [On your midnight pallet lying] | A. E. Housman |
XII. [When I watch the living meet,] | A. E. Housman |
XIII. [When I was one-and-twenty] | A. E. Housman |
XIV. [There pass the careless people] | A. E. Housman |
XV. [Look not in my eyes, for fear] | A. E. Housman |
XVI. [It nods and curtseys and recovers] | A. E. Housman |
XVII. [Twice a week the winter thorough] | A. E. Housman |
XVIII. [Oh, when I was in love with y... | A. E. Housman |
XIX. To An Athlete Dying Young | A. E. Housman |
XX. [Oh fair enough are sky and plain,] | A. E. Housman |
XXI. Bredon Hill | A. E. Housman |
XXII. [The street sounds to the soldi... | A. E. Housman |
XXIII. [The lads in their hundreds to... | A. E. Housman |
XXIV. [Say, lad, have you things to do?] | A. E. Housman |
XXV. [This time of year a twelvemonth... | A. E. Housman |
XXVI. [Along the fields as we came by] | A. E. Housman |
XXVII. ["Is my team ploughing,] | A. E. Housman |
XXVIII. The Welsh Marches | A. E. Housman |
XXIX. The Lent Lily | A. E. Housman |
XXX. [Others, I am not the first,] | A. E. Housman |
XXXI. [On Wenlock Edge the wood's in ... | A. E. Housman |
XXXII. [From far, from eve and morning] | A. E. Housman |
XXXIII. [If truth in hearts that perish] | A. E. Housman |
XXXIV. The New Mistress | A. E. Housman |
XXXV. [On the idle hill of summer,] | A. E. Housman |
XXXVI. [White in the moon the long ro... | A. E. Housman |
XXXVII. [As through the wild green hi... | A. E. Housman |
XXXVIII. [The winds out of the west l... | A. E. Housman |
XXXIX. ['Tis time, I think by Wenlock... | A. E. Housman |
XL. [Into my heart on air that kills] | A. E. Housman |
XLI. [In my own shire, if I was sad] | A. E. Housman |
XLII. The Merry Guide | A. E. Housman |
XLIII. The Immortal Part | A. E. Housman |
XLIV. [Shot? so quick, so clean an en... | A. E. Housman |
XLV. [If it chance your eye offend you,] | A. E. Housman |
XLVI. [Bring, in this timeless grave ... | A. E. Housman |
XLVII. The Carpenter's Son | A. E. Housman |
XLVIII. [Be still, my soul, be still] | A. E. Housman |
XLIX. | A. E. Housman |
L. [Clunton and Clunbury,] | A. E. Housman |
LI. [Loitering with a vacant eye] | A. E. Housman |
LII. [Far in a western brookland] | A. E. Housman |
LIII. The True Lover | A. E. Housman |
LIV. [With rue my heart is laden] | A. E. Housman |
LV. [Westward on the high-hilled plains] | A. E. Housman |
LVI. The Day of Battle | A. E. Housman |
LVII. [You smile upon your friend to-... | A. E. Housman |
LVIII. [When I came last to Ludlow] | A. E. Housman |
LIX. The Isle of Portland | A. E. Housman |
LX. [Now hollow fires burn out to bla... | A. E. Housman |
LXI. Hughley Steeple | A. E. Housman |
LXII. ["Terence, this is stupid stuff:] | A. E. Housman |
LXIII. [I Hoed and trenched and weeded,] | A. E. Housman |