Alfred Edward Housman (/ ' h a s m n / ; 26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936), 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' wistful evocation of doomed youth in the English countryside, in spare language and distinctive imagery, appealed strongly to late Victorian and Edwardian taste, and to many early 20th-century English composers (beginning with Arthur Somervell ) both before and after the First World War. Through its song-setting the poetry became closely associated with that era, and with Shropshire itself.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind. Go to Quote / Comment
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale. Go to Quote / Comment
Nature not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write. Go to Quote / Comment
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. Go to Quote / Comment
Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. Go to Quote / Comment
It's a pleasure for me to be a member of this site. I was invited here by other friends of mine from another site.
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