E. Housman
E. Housman
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.
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.
lying ties lovers
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
god neck
A neck God made for other use / Than strangling in a string.
falls further hopeless past sight touch west
Ensanguining the skies, How heavily it dies, Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound, Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground, Falls the remorseful day
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.
comfort lad luck small
Little is the luck I've had, And oh, 'tis comfort small - To think that many another lad - Has had no luck at all
brute certainty cursed hopeful plans sat tempest whatever
We for a certainty are not the first have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed whatever brute and blackguard made the world.
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.
blew eve knit life morning stuff
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I
blew eve knit life morning stuff
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I
land lie though
No change, though you lie under / The land you used to plough.
clean love
Oh, when I was in love with you, / Then I was clean and brave.