Potential Titles: A.E. Housman

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With change abroad and cheer at home - A.E. Housman "Last Poems I: The West"

'Twill take your thoughts and sink them far - A.E. Housman "Last Poems I: The West"

To dive from that beguiling shore - A.E. Housman "Last Poems I: The West"

Too fast to yonder strand forlorn - A.E. Housman "Last Poems I: The West"

Old ill fortune of better men than I - A.E. Housman "Last Poems II"

With hurts not mine to mourn for - A.E. Housman "Last Poems II"

My sword that will not save - A.E. Housman "Last Poems II"

Her towers of fear in wreck - A.E. Housman "Last Poems III"

Her limbecks dried of poisons - A.E. Housman "Last Poems III"

The Queen she sent to look for me - A.E. Housman "Last Poems V: Grenadier"

So now I shall not die in debt - A.E. Housman "Last Poems V: Grenadier"

And far with the brave I have ridden - A.E. Housman "Last Poems VI: Lancer"

And showed me my business of dying - A.E. Housman "Last Poems VI: Lancer"

Who would not sleep with the brave? - A.E. Housman "Last Poems VI: Lancer"

One season ruined of our little store - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

Hurled their hopeful plans to emptiness - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

Cursed whatever brute and blackguard made the world - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

We want the moon, but we shall get no more - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

The troubles of our proud and angry dust - A.E. Housman "Last Poems IX"

Drunk for ever with liquor, love, or fights - A.E. Housman "Last Poems X"

Fasten their hands upon their hearts - A.E. Housman "Last Poems X"

Laws for themselves and not for me - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XII"

Their deeds I judge and much condemn - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XII"

And make me dance as they desire - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XII"

Call it truth or call it treason - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XIII: The Deserter"

Wafts the turning season on - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XVI: Spring Morning"

And sank the pole-star underground - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XVII: Astronomy"

Tomorrow I shall miss you less - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XVIII"

The house is fallen that none can build again - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XVIII"

Made of earth and sea his overcoat - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XX"

If thorns are all the bower - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXII"

All whom morning sends to roam - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIV: Epithalamium"

Safe through the jostling markets borne - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIV: Epithalamium"

But let the screaming echoes rest - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXV: The Oracles"

The tears of morning, that weeps, but not for thee - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXVII"

Wake not for the world-heard thunder - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIX"

Nor the chime that earthquakes toll - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIX"

Screams for blood but not for yours - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIX"

Charge to fall and swim to drown - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXIX"

Fetched the daunting echo back - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXI: Hell's Gate"

Death and Sin rose to render key and sword - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXI: Hell's Gate"

When the eye of day is shut - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIII"

Blows the roaring wood of dreams - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIII"

Hearts that loved me not again - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIII"

Where fires were burning that went out long ago - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIV"

The sumless tale of sorrow is all unrolled in vain - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXIV"

West and away the wheels of darkness roll - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVI: Revolution"

Spectres and fears, the nightmare and her foal - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVI: Revolution"

In the day when heaven was falling - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVII: Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries"

The hour when earth's foundations fled - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVII: Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries"

Their shoulders held the sky suspended - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVII: Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries"

And saved the sum of things for pay - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XXXVII: Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries"

The cuckoo shouts at nothing - A.E. Housman "Last Poems XL"

From Clee to heaven the beacon burns - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad I"

To skies that knit their heartstrings right - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad I"

Take from seventy springs a score - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad II"

Come you home a hero, or come not home at all - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad III: The Recruit"

And the tent of night in tatters - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad IV: Reveille"

Hear the drums of morning play - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad IV: Reveille"

With dandelions to tell the hours - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad V"

That only court to thieve - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad V"

And sharp the link of life will snap - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad IX"

Braver notes the storm-cock sings - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad X: March"

For lovers should be loved again - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad X: March"

Let me mind the house of dust - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XII"

Paid with sighs a plenty and sold for endless rue - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XIII"

For fear they mirror true the sight - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XV"

Lie spent in star-defeated sighs - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XV"

Such leagues apart the world's ends are - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXII"

From the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXIII"

From the town and the field and the till and the cart - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXIII"

The ravens feasted far about the open house of war - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXVIII"

Put to sleep my mother's curse - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXVIII"

Through their reins in ice and fire - A.E. Houseman "A Shropshire Lad, XXX"

Beneath the suffocating night - A.E. Houseman "A Shropshire Lad, XXX"

Through him the gale of life blew high - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXI"

The wind through woods in riot - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXI"

From eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXII"

Truth in hearts that perish - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXIII"

My feet upon the moonlit dust pursue the ceaseless way - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXVI"

With tongues that talk no more to me - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXVIII"

The names of men blow soundless by - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XXXVIII"

Of a mind too unhappy to be kind - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLI"

From all the woods that autumn bereaves - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLII"

This dust of thoughts be laid at last - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

And its humming hive of dreams - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

The immortal bones obey control - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

Bring the immortal seed to light - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

Before this fire of sense decay - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

This smoke of thought blow clean away - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIII: The Immortal Part"

Yours was not an ill for mending - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIV"

Early wise and brave in season - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIV"

Dust's your wages, son of sorrow - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIV"

But men may come to worse than dust - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIV"

Whatever will not flower again - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLVI"

The arms you bear are brittle - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLVIII"

The feather pate of folly bears the falling sky - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIX"

If young hearts were not so clever - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad XLIX"

We still had sorrows to lighten - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad L"

Where doomsday may thunder and lighten - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad L"

I shall stand and bear it still - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LI"

And luckier you may find the night - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LIX"

Now the hollow fires burn out to black - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LX"

In all the endless road you tread - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LX"

The tower divides the shade and sun - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXI: Hughley Steeple"

The clock strikes the hour and tells the time to none - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXI: Hughley Steeple"

To hear such tunes as killed the cow - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

And malt does more than Milton can - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

The better for the embittered hour - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

Sampled all her killing store - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

Mithridates, he died old - A.E. Housman "A Shropshire Lad LXII"

The quenching of the fading day - A.E. Housman "To My Dear Friend, M. J. Jackson, A Disparager of This Treatise" (translated by A.M. Juster)

Supplied us timeless stars - A.E. Housman "To My Dear Friend, M. J. Jackson, A Disparager of This Treatise" (translated by A.M. Juster)


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