{"author":"A.E. Housman","author_id":"A.E.+Housman","total_quotes":46,"quotes":[{"text":"They say my verse is sad: no wonder.Its narrow measure spansRue for eternity, and sorrowNot mine, but man'sThis is for all ill-treated fellowsUnborn and unbegot,For them to read when they're in troubleAnd I am not.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["man","sorrow"],"id":19266,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["cold","heaven","june","mold","mould","sun","winter"],"id":31422,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"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.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["past","poetry"],"id":32066,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"All knots that lovers tieAre tied to sever.Here shall your sweetheart lie,Untrue for ever.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["love","lovers","sweetheart","untrue"],"id":33857,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"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.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["poetry"],"id":35564,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"Lie you easy, dream you light,And sleep you fast for aye;And luckier may you find the nightThan ever you found the day.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["dreams","life-and-death","luck","night","sleep","the-isle-of-portland"],"id":45390,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"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,The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarryI slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation--Oh why did I awake? When shall I sleep again?","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["be-still-my-soul","birth","death","emotion","grief","heaven-and-earth","injustice","life","rest","sleep","soul","xlviii"],"id":74158,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"To-day I shall be strong,No more shall yield to wrong,Shall squander life no more;Days lost, I know not how,I shall retrieve them now;Now I shall keep the vowI never kept before.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["living","poetry"],"id":98092,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"If it chance your eye offends you,Pluck it out lad, and be sound:'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you,And many a balsam grows on ground.And if your hand or foot offend you,Cut it off, lad, and be whole;But play the man, stand up and end you,When your sickness is your soul.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["poetry"],"id":106922,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"},{"text":"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.","author":"A.E. Housman","tags":["death","life"],"id":108717,"author_id":"A.E.+Housman"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":46,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}