All A. E. Housman Albums
A Shropshire Lad (2016)
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Along the fields as we came by
Bredon Hill
Farewell to barn and stack and tree
Is My Team Ploughing
It nods and curtseys and recovers
Look not in my eyes, for fear
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
March
Oh fair enough are sky and plain
Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Oh, when I was in love with you
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
On your midnight pallet lying
Others, I am not the first
Reveille
Say, lad, have you things to do
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair
The Lent Lily
The Recruit
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread
The Welsh Marches
There pa** the careless people
This time of year a twelvemonth past
To An Athlete Dying Young
Twice a week the winter thorough
When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I watch the living meet
When smoke stood up from Ludlow
When the lad for longing sighs,