A Shropshire Lad

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A Shropshire Lad (1906)
by Alfred Edward Housman
350277A Shropshire Lad1906Alfred Edward Housman

Shropshire Lad

A. E. Housman

John Lane Company
The Bodley Head, New York

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I. From Clee to heaven the beacon burns 1
II. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now 3
III. Leave your home behind, lad 4
IV. Wake: the silver dusk returning 6
V. Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers 8
VI. When the lad for longing sighs 10
VII. When smoke stood up from Ludlow 11
VIII. Farewell to barn and stack and tree 13
IX. On moonlit heath and lonesome bank 14
X. The Sun at noon to higher air 17
XI. On your midnight pallet lying 18
XII. When I watch the living meet 19
XIII. When I was one-and-twenty 20
XIV. There pass the careless people 21
XV. Look not in my eyes, for fear 23
XVI. It nods and curtseys and recovers 24
XVII. Twice a week the winter thorough 24
XVIII. Oh, when I was in love with you 25
XIX. The time you won your town the race 26
XX. Oh fair enough are sky and plain 28
XXI. In summertime on Bredon 29
XXII. The street sounds to the soldiers' tread 32
XXIII. The lads in their hundreds 33
XXIV. Say, lad, have you things to do 35
XXV. This time of year a twelvemonth past 36
XXVI. Along the field as we came by 37
XXVII. Is my team ploughing 38
XXVIII. High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam 40
XXIX. 'T is spring; come out to ramble 43
XXX. Others, I am not the first 44
XXXI. On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble 45
XXXII. From far, from eve and morning 47
XXXIII. If truth in hearts that perish 48
XXXIV. Oh, sick I am to see you 49
XXXV. On the idle hill of summer 51
XXXVI. White in the moon the long road lies 52
XXXVII. As through the wild green hills of Wyre 53
XXXVIII. The winds out of the west land blow 55
XXXIX. 'T is time, I think, by Wenlock town 56
XL. Into my heart an air that kills 57
XLI. In my own shire, if I was sad 58
XLII. Once in the wind of morning 60
XLIII. When I meet the morning beam 64
XLIV. Shot? so quick, so clean an ending 67
XLV. If it chance your eye offend you 69
XLVI. Bring, in this timeless grave to throw 69
XLVII. Here the hangman stops his cart 71
XLVIII. Be still, my soul, be still 73
XLIX. Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly 75
L. In valleys of springs of rivers 76
LI. Loitering with a vacant eye 78
LII. Far in a western brookland 79
LIII. The lad came to the door at night 80
LIV. With rue my heart is laden 83
LV. Westward on the high-hilled plains 83
LVI. Far I hear the bugle blow 85
LVII. You smile upon your friend to-day 86
LVIII. When I came last to Ludlow 87
LIX. The star-filled seas are smooth to-night 87
LX. Now hollow fires burn out to black 88
LXI. The vane on Hughley steeple 89
LXII. Terence, this is stupid stuff 91
LXIII. I hoed and trenched and weeded 95

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