Alfred Edward Housman
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still by Alfred Edward Housman

Be Still, My Soul, Be Still by Alfred Edward Housman

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little, ...

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To An Athlete Dying Young by Alfred Edward Housman

To An Athlete Dying Young by Alfred Edward Housman

The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all ...

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Here Dead We Lie by Alfred Edward Housman

Here Dead We Lie by Alfred Edward Housman

Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From which we sprung. Life, to be sure, Is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, And we ...

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