A. E. Housman
A. E. Housman
Alfred Edward Housman, 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 late Victorian and Edwardian taste, and to many early 20th-century English composers both before and after the First World War. Through...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 March 1859
O Queen of air and darkness,I think 'tis truth you say,And I shall die to-morrow;But you will die to-day.
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
May will be fine next year as like as not: / Oh ay, but then we shall be twenty-four.
No change, though you lie under / The land you used to plough.
Pass me the can, lad; there's an end of May.
Little is the luck I've had, And oh, 'tis comfort small - To think that many another lad - Has had no luck at all
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I
Here of a Sunday morning / My love and I would lie, / And see the coloured counties, / And hear the larks so high / About us in the sky.
The rainy Pleiads wester, / Orion plunges prone, / The stroke of midnight ceases, / And I lie down alone.
Tomorrow, more's the pity, / Away we both must hie, To air the ditty / and to earth I.
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
The laws of God, the laws of man he may keep that will and can; not I: let God and man decree laws for themselves and not for me.