Who is Alfred Edward 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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  • Urminaia: bd - alfred edward housman (march 26, 1859 - april 30, 1936).
  • Dalston_boy: poet alfred edward housman born 26 march 1859 in worcestershire
  • Book_addict: happy birthday english poet and scholar a. e. housman [alfred edward houseman] (march 26, 1859), author of "a shropshire lad" (1896) et al.
  • Modernlibrary: alfred edward housman, born march 26, 1859. 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.
  • Writingquotes_: "nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write." ~ alfred edward housman
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