A. E. Housman
1859–1936Kamu malı12 eser
A Shropshire Lad'in şairi. Şiirleri İngilizce aslıyla alınmıştır.
Telifsiz eser (kamu malı) — biKalem arşivine eklendi.
Eserleri
Bredon HillIn summertime on Bredon · The bells they sound so clear;Eight O'ClockHe stood, and heard the steeple · Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.Epitaph on an Army of MercenariesThese, in the day when heaven was falling, · The hour when earth's foundations fled,Far in a Western BrooklandThat bred me long ago · The poplars stand and trembleInto My Heart an Air That KillsFrom yon far country blows: · What are those blue remembered hills,Is My Team PloughingThat I was used to drive · And hear the harness jingleLoveliest of TreesLoveliest of trees, the cherry now · Is hung with bloom along the bough,ReveilleWake: the silver dusk returning · Up the beach of darkness brims,Terence, This Is Stupid StuffYou eat your victuals fast enough; · There can't be much amiss, 't is clear,To an Athlete Dying YoungThe time you won your town the race · We chaired you through the market-place;When I Was One-and-TwentyI heard a wise man say, · 'Give crowns and pounds and guineasWith Rue My Heart Is LadenFor golden friends I had, · For many a rose-lipt maiden