Quotes By Author: A.E. Housman

“When the lad for longing sighs,Mute and dull of cheer and pale,If at death’s own door he lies,Maiden, you can heal his ail.Lovers’ ills are all to buy:The wan look, the hollow tone,The hung head, the sunken eye,You can have them for your own.Buy them, buy them: eve and mornLovers’ ills are all to sell.Then you can lie down forlorn;But the lover will be well.”

“Along the field as we came byA year ago, my love and I,The aspen over stile and stoneWas talking to itself alone.’Oh who are these that kiss and pass?A country lover and his lass;Two lovers looking to be wed;And time shall put them both to bed,But she shall lie with earth above,And he beside another love.’And sure enough beneath the treeThere walks another love with me, And overhead the aspen heavesIts rainy-sounding silver leaves;And I spell nothing in their stir,But now perhaps they speak to her,And plain for her to understandThey talk about a time at handWhen I shall sleep with clover clad,And she beside another lad.”

“You smile upon your friend to-day,To-day his ills are over;You hearken to the lover’s say,And happy is the lover.’Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never:I shall have lived a little whileBefore I die for ever.”

“With Rue My Heart Is LadenWith rue my heart is ladenFor golden friends I had,For many a rose-lipt maidenAnd many a lightfoot lad.By brooks too broad for leapingThe lightfoot boys are laid;The rose-lipt girls are sleepingIn fields where roses fade.”

“Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,But young men think it is, and we were young.”

“Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those?That is the land of lost content,I see it shining plain,The happy highways where I wentAnd cannot come again.- Poem XL”

“Stone, steel, dominions pass,Faith too, no wonder;So leave alone the grassThat I am under.”

“The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book.”(Introductory lecture as professor of Latin at University College, London, 3 October 1892)”

“When I Was One-And-TwentyWhen I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say,`Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again,`The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain;’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.’And I am two-and-twenty And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.”

“The Laws Of God, The Laws Of ManThe laws of God, the laws of manHe may keep that will and can;Not I: Let God and man decreeLaws for themselves and not for me;And if my ways are not as theirsLet them mind their own affairs.Their deeds I judge and much condemn,Yet when did I make laws for them?Please yourselves, Say I, and theyNeed only look the other way.But no, they will not; they must stillWrest their neighbor to their will,And make me dance as they desireWith jail and gallows and hellfire.And how am I to face the oddsOf man’s bedevilment and God’s?I, a stranger and afraidIn a world I never made.They will be master, right or wrong;Though both are foolish, both are strong.And since, my soul, we cannot flyTo Saturn nor to Mercury,Keep we must, if keep we canThese foreign laws of God and man.”