Who is A. E. Housman

Alfred Edward Housman (/ˈhaʊsmən/; 26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936), usually known as A. E. Housman, was an English classical scholar and poet, best known to the general public for his cycle of poems A Shropshire Lad. Lyrical and almost epigrammatic in form, the poems wistfully evoke the dooms and disappointments of youth in the English countryside. Their beauty, simplicity and distinctive imagery appealed strongly to Edwardian taste, and to many early 20th-century English composers both before and after the First World War. Through their song-settings, the poems became closely associated with that era, and with Shropshire itself.

Housman was one of the foremost classicists of his age and has been ranked as one of the greatest scholars who ever lived. He established ...
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Never 22 Heart 20 Long 19 Away 17 Night 14 Home 13 High 13 Love 12 Time 12 I Love You 12

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  • K_calumet: could man be drunk for ever with liquor, love, or fights, lief should i rouse at morning and lief lie down of nights. 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. housman
  • Bozzers: oh, grant me the ease that is granted so free, the birthright of multitudes, give it to me, that relish their victuals and rest on their bed with flint in the bosom and guts in the head. - a.e. housman.
  • Raspiarduino: 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
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  • Wshsbva: “shake hands, we shall not relatives, all’s more” from the a good. e. housman
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