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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  • Jordijde: 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 twemty, and oh 'tis true, 'tis true. alfred edward housman poeta britànic (1859-1936)
  • 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.
  • Ipasource: from op. 02. three songs - with rue my heart is laden, text by alfred edward housman and set by samuel barber. download the text:
  • Kulambq: laurence housman on his brother alfred edward's greater literary genius.
  • Dawitsharon: i felt it so deep when alfred edward housman said: “i, a stranger and afraid in a world i never made.”
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