E. Housman
E. Housman
cheers death silence sounds stopped worse
And silence sounds no worse than cheers / After death has stopped the ears.
fellows trouble
This is for all ill-treated fellows - Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not
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.
bright carry die glory lads
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man, / The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
cambridge fall greater poet scholar seen strange wordsworth
Cambridge has seen many strange sights. It has seen Wordsworth drunk, it has seen Porson sober. I am a greater scholar than Wordsworth and I am a greater poet than Porson. So I fall betwixt and between.
pass
Pass me the can, lad; there's an end of May.
clay lies time
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; / Breath's a ware that will not keep. / Up, lad; when the journey's over / There'll be time enough for sleep.
lads lays thinking
Think no more; 'tis only thinking / Lays lads underground.
right-words
I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
long painful moments
A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
humorous hands world
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
drinking men way
To justify God's ways to man.
wind snow saplings
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
asylums cambridge
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.