Last Poems by A. E. Housman E-Book

A.E. Housman

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• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

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A. E. Housman

Last Poems by A. E. Housman

 

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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

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 the sunset bar. Oh lad, I fear that yon's the sea Where they fished for you and me, And there, from whence we both were ta'en, You and I shall drown again. Send not on your soul before To dive from that beguiling shore, And let not yet the swimmer leave His clothes upon the sands of eve. Too fast to yonder strand forlorn We journey, to the sunken bourn, To flush the fading tinges eyed By other lads at eventide. Wide is the world, to rest or roam, And early 'tis for turning home: Plant your heel on earth and stand, And let's forget our native land. When you and I are split on air Long we shall be strangers there; Friends of flesh and bone are best; Comrade, look not on the west.

II.

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As I gird on for fighting My sword upon my thigh, I think on old ill fortunes Of better men than I. Think I, the round world over, What golden lads are low With hurts not mine to mourn for And shames I shall not know. What evil luck soever For me remains in store, 'Tis sure much finer fellows Have fared much worse before. So here are things to think on That ought to make me brave, As I strap on for fighting My sword that will not save.

III.

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Her strong enchantments failing, Her towers of fear in wreck, Her limbecks dried of poisons And the knife at her neck, The Queen of air and darkness Begins to shrill and cry, 'O young man, O my slayer, To-morrow you shall die.' O Queen of air and darkness, I think 'tis truth you say, And I shall die to-morrow; But you will die to-day.

IV. ILLIC JACET

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Oh hard is the bed they have made him, And common the blanket and cheap; But there he will lie as they laid him: Where else could you trust him to sleep? To sleep when the bugle is crying And cravens have heard and are brave, When mothers and sweethearts are sighing And lads are in love with the grave. Oh dark is the chamber and lonely, And lights and companions depart; But lief will he lose them and only Behold the desire of his heart. And low is the roof, but it covers A sleeper content to repose; And far from his friends and his lovers He lies with the sweetheart he chose.

V. GRENADIER

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