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    Last Poems by A. E. Housman
    Last Poems by A. E. Housman
    Last Poems by A. E. Housman
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    Last Poems by A. E. Housman

    By A. E. (Alfred Edward) Housman

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    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Last Poems by A. E. Housman - A. E. (Alfred Edward) Housman

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Last Poems, by A. E. Housman

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: Last Poems

      Author: A. E. Housman

      Release Date: August 3, 2009 [EBook #7848]

      Last Updated: February 4, 2013

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LAST POEMS ***

      Produced by A. P. Saulters, and David Widger

      LAST POEMS

      By A. E. Housman

      I publish these poems, few though they are, because it is not likely that I shall ever be impelled to write much more. I can no longer expect to be revisited by the continuous excitement under which in the early months of 1895 I wrote the greater part of my first book, nor indeed could I well sustain it if it came; and it is best that what I have written should be printed while I am here to see it through the press and control its spelling and punctuation. About a quarter of this matter belongs to the April of the present year, but most of it to dates between 1895 and 1910.

      September 1922

           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

      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

           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

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