A E Housman's Poetry, by first line

• O Why Do You Walk (a Parody)

  O why do you walk through the fields in boots,
  Missing so much and so much?

  6 lines
• Fragment of a Greek Tragedy

  CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots
  Head of a trave

  94 lines, 1 comment
• With rue my heart is laden

  With rue my heart is laden
  For golden friends I had,

  8 lines, 2 comments
• The Grizzly Bear

  The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild
  It has devoured the little child.

  4 lines, 2 comments
• Oh fair enough are sky and plain

  Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
  But I know fairer far:

  16 lines
• The Lent Lily

  'Tis spring; come out to ramble
  The hilly brakes around,

  20 lines
• Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers

  Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers
  Are lying in field and lane,

  32 lines
• Look not in my eyes, for fear

  Look not in my eyes, for fear
  Thy mirror true the sight I see,

  16 lines
• The Stinging Nettle

  The stinging nettle only
  Will still be found to stand:

  10 lines
• Stars

  Stars, I have seen them fall,
  But when they drop and die

  8 lines
• Along the field as we came by

  ALONG the field as we came by
  A year ago, my love and I,

  21 lines, 2 comments
• As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre

  As through the wild green hills of Wyre
  The train ran, changing sky and shire,

  37 lines, 1 comment
• Diffugere Nives

  Horace, Odes, iv, 7
  The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws

  30 lines
• Hughley Steeple

  The vane on Hughley steeple
  Veers bright, a far-known sign,

  24 lines
• I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded

  I hoed and trenched and weeded,
  And took the flowers to fair:

  16 lines
• If By Chance Your Eye Offend You

  If by chance your eye offend you,
  Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:

  8 lines
• Oh Stay At Home, My Lad

  Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
  The land and not the sea,

  10 lines
• The Fairies Break Their Dances

  The fairies break their dances
  And leave the printed lawn,

  8 lines
• The Recruit

  Leave your home behind, lad,
  And reach your friends your hand,

  28 lines
• When the Lad for Longing Sighs

  When the lad for longing sighs,
  Mute and dull of cheer and pale,

  12 lines
• When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow

  When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
  And mist blew off from Teme,

  30 lines
• March

  The Sun at noon to higher air,
  Unharnessing the silver Pair

  20 lines
• It Nods and Curtseys and Recovers

  It nods and curtseys and recovers
  When the wind blows above,

  8 lines
• Twice a Week the Winter Thorough

  Twice a week the winter thorough
  Here stood I to keep the goal:

  12 lines
• Say, Lad, Have You Things to Do?

  Say, lad, have you things to do?
  Quick then, while your day's at prime.

  12 lines
• This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past

  This time of year a twelvemonth past,
  When Fred and I would meet,

  16 lines
• Is My Team Ploughing

  "Is my team ploughing,
  That I was used to drive

  32 lines
• The Welsh Marches

  High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
  Islanded in Severn stream;

  36 lines
• The Winds Out of the West Land Blow

  The winds out of the west land blow,
  My friends have breathed them there;

  20 lines
• Into My Heart an Air that Kills

  Into my heart an air that kills
  From yon far country blows:

  8 lines

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