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flusteredduck: [He Would Not Stay for Me, and Who Can Wonder?] by Alfred Edward Housman

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

Liang17842387: Alfred Edward Housman - Into My Heart An Air That Kills Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?

Liang17842387: Alfred Edward Housman - Stars Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea, And still the sea is salt.

MrStackpoole: 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. by Alfred Edward Housman

makhoury1946: "The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in, and ready at any instant to fall." Alfred Edward Housman] (1859-1936) British writer

kyeomcake: how clear, how lovely bright by alfred edward housman;

thelogicalone8: Poem by Alfred Edward Housman No. 13 I Lay Me Down and Slumber I lay me down and slumber And every morn revive. Whose is the night-long breathing That keeps a man alive? ⤵️

Faust89823700: Alfred Edward Housman - Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear Look not in my eyes, for fear Thy mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me. One the long nights through must lie Spent in star-defeated sighs,

LockdownClara: Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. Alfred Edward Housman

laetitiakriel: At the door of my own little hovel, Reading a novel I sat, And as I was reading the novel, A gnat flew away with my hat - Alfred Edward Housman

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Fernand87948769: de Alfred Edward Housman Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.

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theboldartist: "When I was one-and-twenty" by Alfred Edward Housman. Watching Art 45

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Essey84884009: "Knowledge is good, method is good, but one thing beyond all others is necessary; and that is to have a head, not a pumpkin, on your shoulders, and brains, not pudding, in your head." Alfred Edward Housman

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floweryhealer: "And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose." To an athlete dying young, Alfred Edward Housman

TrueQuotation: Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases. — Alfred Edward Housman

propertian: the talent of alfred edward housman to devastate with a single straightforward verse has never been matched before or since and each time i stumble, unwitting, across Here Dead We Lie in a group of war poems i am brutally reminded

HumbertoG80: "With rue my heart is laden" poema de Alfred Edward Housman

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TheGrimRepr: ~ Be Still, My Soul, Be Still - Alfred Edward Housman Shared Via English Poems Android App.

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ziancyianncy: Rest in Christ Seamus Justin Heany , Reginald John Hollingdale , Peter Hebblethwaite , Alfred Edward Housman , Erne...

peacefulwrrior: "Goodnight; ensured release,  Imperishable peace,  Have these for yours,  While sea abides, and land,  And earth's...

Kasheer_suneel: "Here Dead We Lie" by Alfred Edward Housman. Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the la...

joselyle02: When I was One-and-Twenty By Alfred Edward Housman

propertian: I regularly ask myself whether I should be a classicist or whether I should do nineteenth-century studies and just...



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