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Last Poems by A. E. Housman Paperback – June 8, by A. E. Housman (Author) › Visit Amazon's A. E. Housman Page. Find all the books, read about the author, and more. See search results for this author. A. E. Housman (Author) out of 5 stars 4 ratings.5/5(4). Stretch your limbs in peace at last. Stir not for the soldiers drilling Nor the fever nothing cures: Throb of drum and timbal's rattle Call but man alive to battle, And the fife with death-notes filling Screams for blood but not for yours. Times enough you bled your best; Sleep on now, and take your rest. Sleep, my lad; the French are landed. Poems by A E Housman. English poet and scholar, whose verse exerted a strong influence on later poets. Failing his final exams he left Oxford without a degree. Ever afterward he presented himself as a coldly reserved an.

Last Poems. by A E Housman and a great selection of related books, art and collectibles available now at www.doorway.ru Last Poems () was the last of the two volumes of poems which A. E. Housman published during his lifetime. Of the 42 poems there, seventeen were given titles, a greater proportion than in his previous collection, A Shropshire Lad (). Although it was not quite so popular with composers, the majority of the poems there have been set to music. When Last Poems was published in , it was an immediate success. A third volume, More Poems, was released posthumously in by his brother, Laurence, as was an edition of Housman's Complete Poems (). Despite acclaim as a scholar and a poet in his lifetime, Housman lived as a recluse, rejecting honors and avoiding the public eye.

Last Poems by A. E. Housman Paperback – June 8, by A. E. Housman (Author) › Visit Amazon's A. E. Housman Page. Find all the books, read about the author, and. Last Poems () by A.E. Housman. Last Poems () is the second and last of the two volumes of poems A. E. Housman published during his lifetime - the first, and better-known, being A Shropshire Lad (). Housman was an emotionally withdrawn man whose closest friend Moses Jackson had been his roommate when he was at Oxford in Stretch your limbs in peace at last. Stir not for the soldiers drilling Nor the fever nothing cures: Throb of drum and timbal's rattle Call but man alive to battle, And the fife with death-notes filling Screams for blood but not for yours. Times enough you bled your best; Sleep on now, and take your rest. Sleep, my lad; the French are landed.