Last Poems by A. E. Housman

By A. E. Housman

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Good Press
• Release date: Nov 21, 2019
• ISBN: 4057664646415

A. E. Housman

Alfred Edward Housman (1859-1936) was born and brought up in the Bromsgrove region of Worcestershire, adjacent to Shropshire, and was educated locally and at St John's College, Oxford. Though he was a fine scholar, he failed to gin an Honours degree, and spent some years in the Patent Office in London. A series of brilliant academic articles secured him the Professorship of Latin at London University and he went on the become Kennedy Professor of Latin at Cambridge and a Fellow of Trinity College. Most famous for A Shropshire Lad (1896), Last Poems was published in 1922, More Poems appeared posthumously and Collected Poems in 1939.

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A. E. Housman

Last Poems by A. E. Housman

Published by Good Press, 2019

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EAN 4057664646415

Table of Contents

I. THE WEST

II.

III.

IV. ILLIC JACET

V. GRENADIER

VI. LANCER

VII.

VIII.

IX.

X.

XI.

XII.

XIII. THE DESERTER

XIV. THE CULPRIT

XV. EIGHT O'CLOCK

XVI. SPRING MORNING

XVII. ASTRONOMY

XVIII.

XIX.

XX.

XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

XXIV. EPITHALAMIUM

XXV. THE ORACLES

XXVI.

XXVII.

XXVIII.

XXIX.

XXX. SINNER'S RUE

XXXI. HELL'S GATE

XXXII.

XXXIII.

XXXIV.

XXXV.

XXXVI. REVOLUTION

XXXVII. EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES

XXXVIII.

XXXIX.

XL.

XLI. FANCY'S KNELL

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I. THE WEST

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Beyond the moor and the mountain crest

—Comrade, look not on the west—

The sun is down and drinks away

From air and land the lees of day.

The long cloud and the single pine

Sentinel the ending line,

And out beyond it, clear and wan,

Reach the gulfs of evening on.

The son of woman turns his brow

West from forty countries now,

And, as the edge of heaven he eyes,

Thinks eternal thoughts, and sighs.

Oh wide's the world, to rest or roam,

With change abroad and cheer at home,

Fights and furloughs, talk and tale,

Company and beef and ale.

But if I front the evening sky

Silent on the west look I,

And my comrade, stride for stride,

Paces silent at my side,

Comrade, look not on the west:

'Twill have the heart out of your breast;

'Twill take your thoughts and sink them far,

Leagues beyond