E. Housman
E. Housman
clean love
Oh, when I was in love with you, / Then I was clean and brave.
ask lovers lying night sleep turns whom
Lovers lying two by two / Ask not whom they sleep beside, / And the bridegroom all night through / Never turns him to the bride.
coloured hear high love morning sunday
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.
love eye mirrors
Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
light luck lovers-meeting
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
over-you littles lovers
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
life love-you brave
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.
lying ties lovers
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
love soul guilt
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I'll be there.
happy lovely none seemed till woke
Then the world seemed none so bad, and I myself a sterling lad. And down in lovely muck I've lain, happy - till I woke up again.
golden heart maiden
With rue my heart is laden / For golden friends I had, / For many a rose-lipt maiden / And many a lightfoot lad.
lay notion range time within
At that time I had no notion that I should ever come to live in Somerset - to live actually within the range of what then lay before me.
heart men blue
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
poetry rats terriers
I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.