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A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.

Contents

1. From Clee to heaven the beacon burns
2. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
3. Leave your home behind, lad
4. Wake: the silver dusk returning
5. Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
6. When the lad for longing sighs
7. When smoke stood up from Ludlow
8. Farewell to barn and stack and tree
9. On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
10. The Sun at noon to higher air
11. On your midnight pallet lying
12. When I watch the living meet
13. When I was one-and-twenty
14. There pass the careless people
15. Look not in my eyes, for fear
16. It nods and curtseys and recovers
17. Twice a week the winter thorough
18. Oh, when I was in love with you
19. The time you won your town the race
20. Oh fair enough are sky and plain
21. In summertime on Bredon
22. The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread
23. The lads in their hundreds
24. Say, lad, have you things to do
25. This time of year a twelvemonth past
26. Along the field as we came by
27. Is my team ploughing
28. High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
29. ’Tis spring; come out to ramble
30. Others, I am not the first
31. On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble
32. From far, from eve and morning
33. If truth in hearts that perish
34. Oh, sick I am to see you
35. On the idle hill of summer
36. White in the moon the long road lies
37. As through the wild green hills of Wyre
38. The winds out of the west land blow
39. ’Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
40. Into my heart on air that kills
41. In my own shire, if I was sad
42. Once in the wind of morning
43. When I meet the morning beam
44. Shot? so quick, so clean an ending
45. If it chance your eye offend you
46. Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
47. Here the hangman stops his cart
48. Be still, my soul, be still
49. Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly
50. In valleys of springs of rivers
51. Loitering with a vacant eye
52. Far in a western brookland
53. The lad came to the door at night
54. With rue my heart is laden
55. Westward on the high-hilled plains
56. Far I hear the bugle blow
57. You smile upon your friend to-day
58. When I came last to Ludlow
59. The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
60. Now hollow fires burn out to black
61. The vane on Hughley steeple
62. Terence, this is stupid stuff
63. I hoed and trenched and weeded