A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
Index of First Lines
- Along the field as we came by
- As through the wild green hills of Wyre
- Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle
- Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
- Farewell to barn and stack and tree
- Far I hear the bugle blow
- Far in a western brookland
- From Clee to heaven the beacon burns
- From far, from eve and morning
- Here the hangman stops his cart
- High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
- If it chance your eye offend you
- If truth in hearts that perish
- I hoed and trenched and weeded
- In my own shire, if I was sad
- In summertime on Bredon
- Into my heart on air that kills
- In valleys of springs of rivers
- Is my team ploughing
- It nods and curtseys and recovers
- Lad came to the door at night, The
- Lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, The
- Leave your home behind, lad
- Loitering with a vacant eye
- Look not in my eyes, for fear
- Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
- Now hollow fires burn out to black
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain
- Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
- Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be?
- Oh, when I was in love with you
- Once in the wind of morning
- On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
- On the idle hill of summer
- On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble
- On your midnight pallet lying
- Others, I am not the first
- Say, lad, have you things to do?
- Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
- Star-filled seas are smooth to-night, The
- Street sounds to the soldiers’ tread, The
- Sun at noon to higher air, The
- Terence, this is stupid stuff
- There pass the careless people
- Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly
- This time of year a twelvemonth past
- Time you won your town the race, The
- ’Tis spring; come out to ramble
- ’Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
- Twice a week the winter thorough
- Vane on Hughley steeple, The
- Wake: the silver dusk returning
- Westward on the high-hilled plains
- When I came last to Ludlow
- When I meet the morning beam
- When I was one-and-twenty
- When I watch the living meet
- When smoke stood up from Ludlow
- When the lad for longing sighs
- White in the moon the long road lies
- Winds out of the west land blow, The
- With rue my heart is laden
- You smile upon your friend to-day