Last Poems

William Rothenstein, A. E. Housman

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“Last Poems” is a 1936 collection of poetry by A. E. Housman. The poems include: “The West”, “Llic Jacet”, “Grenadier”, “Lancer”, “The Deserter”, “The Culprit”, “Eight O'Clock”, “Spring Morning”, “Astronomy”, “Epithalamium”, “The Oracles”, “Sinner's Rue”, “Hell's Gate”, “Revolution”, “Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries”, and “Fancy's Knell”. Alfred Edward Housman (1859–1936), also known as A. E. Housman, was an English poet and classical scholar considered to be one of the greatest scholars who ever lived. A fantastic collection of classic poetry by a master of the form. This classic work is being republished now in a new edition complete with a chapter from “Twenty-Four Portraits” by William Rothenstein.

Sujets

• English poetry

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• Publié par: Read Books Ltd.
• Date de parution: 26 mai 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528789783
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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LAST POEMS
WITH A CHAPTER FROM Twenty-four portraits BY WILLIAM ROTHENSTEIN
By
A. E. HOUSMAN

First published in 1922


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We'll to the woods no more, The laurels are all cut, The bowers are bare of bay That once the Muses wore; The year draws in the day And soon will evening shut: The laurels all are cut, We'll to the woods no more. Oh we'll no more, no more To the leafy woods away, To the high wild woods of laurel And the bowers of bay no more.


Contents
A. E. Housman
I. Beyond the moor and the mountain crest
II. As I gird on for fighting
III. Her strong enchantments failing,
IV. Oh hard is the bed they have made him,
V. The Queen she sent to look for me,
VI. I 'listed at home for a lancer,
VII. In valleys green and still
VIII. Soldier from the wars returning,
IX. The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers
X. Could man be drunk for ever
XI. Yonder see the morning blink:
XII. The laws of God, the laws of man,
XIII. "What sound awakened me, I wonder,
XIV. The night my father got me
XV. He stood, and heard the steeple
XVI. Star and coronal and bell
XVII. The Wain upon the northern steep
XVIII. The rain, it streams on stone and hillock,
XIX. In midnights of November,
XX. The night is freezing fast,
XXI. The fairies break their dances
XXII. The sloe was lost in flower,
XXIII. In the morning, in the morning,
XXIV. He is here, Urania's son,
XXV. 'Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain
XXVI. The half-moon westers low, my love,
XXVII. The sigh that heaves the grasses
XXVIII. Now dreary dawns the eastern light,
XXIX. Wake not for the world-heard thunder
XXX. I walked alone and thinking,
XXXI. Onward led the road again
XXXII. When I would muse in boyhood
XXXIII. When the eye of day is shut,
XXXIV. The orchards half the way
XXXV. When first my way to fair I took
XXXVI. West and away the wheels of darkness roll,
XXXVII. These, in the day when heaven was falling,
XXXVIII. Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
XXXIX. When summer's end is nighing
XL. Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
XLI. When lads were home from labour


A. E. Housman
A CHAPTER FROM Twenty-four portraits BY WILLIAM ROTHENSTEIN
A. E. Housman is a poet in the English tradition. Calling his solitary book of lyrics A Shropshire Lad , he takes the reader back to a time when poetry was not merely or mainly metropolitan and each country knew creative pride. He uses the simplest English forms, writing new ballads that wear grimness of old; and he uses the simplest English themes, turning to days when the ploughman naturally loved a scarlet coat and, breaking the laws, was hanged for it without philosophically reviling the laws. His briefest verses have uncommon energy; they are a man's poetry and quicken the hearts of common men. It is poetry which moves in the changeful waters of our time like a swimmer conscious of his strength and careless of all else. The best of the lyrics -few are below the best -have each his athletic power, a masculine curtness and full pride of life.