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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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time. Go to Quote / Comment
The brisk fond lackey to fetch and carry, The true, sick-hearted slave,... Go to Quote / Comment
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After death has stopped the ears. Go to Quote / Comment
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I. 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
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