A Shropshire Lad and Other Poems
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Oh were he and I together, 195
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? 212
On forelands high in heaven, 173
On moonlit health and lonesome bank 14
On the idle hill of summer, 45
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble; 41
On your midnight pallet lying, 17
Once in the wind of morning 53
Onward led the road again 118
Others, I am not the first, 40
Say, lad, have you things to do? 32
Shake hands, we shall never be friends; give over; 170
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? 58
Smooth between sea and land 185
Soldier from the wars returning, 93
Some can gaze and not be sick 210
Star and coronal and bell 102
Stars, I have seen them fall, 145
Stay, if you list, O passer by the way; 206
Stone, steel, dominions pass, 164
Tarry, delight; so seldom met, 155
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, 132
‘Terence, this is stupid stuff: 78
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers 94
The end of the year fell chilly 215
The fairies break their dances 107
The farms of home lie lost in even, 154
The half-moon westers low, my love, 113
The lad came to the door at night, 68
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, 31
The laws of God, the laws of man, 97
The mill-stream, now that noises cease, 159
The night is freezing fast, 106
The night my father got me 100
The olive in its orchard 219
The orchards half the way 124
The Queen she sent to look for me, 90
The rain, it streams on stone and hillock, 104
The rainy Pleiads wester, 151
The sigh that heaves the grasses 114
The sloe was lost in flower, 108
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws 142
The star-filled seas are smooth to-night 75
The stars have not dealt me the worst they could do: 211
The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread, 30
The Sun at noon to higher air, 16
The time you won your town the race 25
The vane on Hughley steeple 77
The Wain upon the northern steep 103
The weeping Pleiads wester, 150
The winds out of the west land blow, 49
The world goes none the lamer, 161
Their seed the sowers scatter 172
There pass the careless people 20
These, in the day when heaven was falling, 128
They say my verse is sad: no wonder. 136
—They shall have breath that never were, 205
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: 64
This time of year a twelvemonth past, 33
’Tis five years since, ‘An end,’ said I, 209
Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain 112
’Tis spring; come out to ramble 39
’Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town 50
To stand up straight and tread the turning mill, 167
Twice a week the winter thorough 23
Wake: the silver dusk returning 8
Wake not for the world-heard thunder 116
We’ll to the woods no more, 84
West and away the wheels of darkness roll, 127
Westward on the high-hilled plains 71
What man is he that yearneth 224
‘What sound awakened me, I wonder, 98
When Adam walked in Eden young, 196
When first my way to fair I took 126
When green buds hang in the elm like dust 149
When he’s returned I’ll tell him – oh, 182
When I came last to Ludlow 74
When I meet the morning beam 56
When I was one-and-twenty 19
When I watch the living meet, 18
When I would muse in boyhood 122
When Israel out of Egypt came 138
When lads were home from labour 133
When smoke stood up from Ludlow, 12
When summer’s end is nighing 130
When the bells justle in the tower 202
When the eye of day is shut, 123
When the lad for longing sighs, 11
White in the moon the long road lies, 46
With rue my heart is laden 70
Yon flakes that fret the eastern sky 165
Yonder see the morning blink: 96
You smile upon your friend to-day, 73
Young is the blood that yonder 174
Index of Titled Poems
A. J. J. 182
Aeschylus, Septem Contra Thebas 223
Astronomy 103
Atys 193–4
Bredon Hill 28–9
Carpenter’s Son, The 61–2
Culprit, The 100
Day of Battle, The 72
Defeated, The 213
Deserter, The 98–9
Diffugere Nives. Horace: Odes iv 7 142–3
Easter Hymn 137
Eight O’Clock 101
1887 3–4
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries 128
Epithalamium 110–11
Euripides, Alcestis 226–7
Fancy’s Knell 133–4
First of May, The 124–5
Grenadier 90
Hell Gate 118–21
Hughley Steeple 77
I Counsel You Beware 166
Illic Jacet 89
Immortal Part, the 56–7
Isle of Portland, The 75
Lancer 91
Land of Biscay, The 186–7
Lent Lily, The 39
March 16
Merry Guide, The 53–5
New Mistress, The 44
New Year’s Eve 215–17
Olive, The 219
Oracles, The 112
Parta Quies 189
R. L. S. 218
Recruit, The 6–7
Reveille 8
Revolution 127
Sage to the Young Man, The 140–1
Sinner’s Rue 117
Sophocles, Oedipus Coloneus 224–5
Spring Morning 102
To an Athlete Dying Young 25–6
True Lover, The 68–9
Welsh Marches, The 37–8
West, The 85–6
*Hanging in chains was called keeping sheep by moonlight.
*Pronounced Breedon.
*Written by A. E. H. on the flyleaf of a copy of Manilius, Book I, which he gave to Walter Headlam.
*I mean such matters as these: the existence in some metres, not in others, of an inherent alternation of stresses, stronger and weaker; the presence in verse of silent and invisible feet, like rests in music; the reason why some lines of different length will combine harmoniously while others can only be so combined by great skill or good luck; why, while blank verse can be written in lines of ten or six syllables, a series of octosyllables ceases to be verse if they are not rhymed; how Coleridge, in applying the new principle which he announced in the preface to Christabel, has fallen between two stools; the necessary limit to inversion of stress, which Milton understood and Bridges overstepped; why, of two pairs of rhymes, equally correct and both consisting of the same vowels and consonants, one is richer to the mental ear and the other poorer; the office of alliteration in verse, and how its definition must be narrowed if it is to be something which can perform that office and not fail of its effect or actually defeat its purpose.
*It is now customary to say that the nineteenth century had a similar lingo of its own. A lingo it had, or came to have, and in the seventies and eighties the minor poets and poetasters were all using the same supposedly poetic diction. It was imitative and sapless, but not preposterous: its leading characteri
stic was a stale and faded prettiness.