A Shropshire lad / A.E. Housman
| dc.contributor | Lancashire, Ian Department of English University of Toronto Toronto |
| dc.contributor.author | Housman, A.E. (Alfred Edward), 1859-1936 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:49:25Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:49:25Z |
| dc.date.created | 1896 |
| dc.date.issued | 1986-11-20 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1034 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1034 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1034 |
| dc.description.abstract | Housman, A.E. -- A Shropshire lad. -- s.l. : s.n., s.d. |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | English poetry -- 19th century |
| dc.subject.other | Poems |
| dc.title | A Shropshire lad / A.E. Housman |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 27101 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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From Clee to heaven the beacon burns ,
The shires have seen it plain ,
From north and south the sign returns
And beacons burn again . .. !!
Look left , look right , the hills are bright ,
The dales are light between ,
Because ''tis fifty years to - night
That God has saved the Queen . .. !!
Now , when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod ,
Lads , we''ll remember friends of ours
Who shared the work with God . .. !!
To skies that knit their heartstrings right ,
To fields that bred them brave ,
The saviours come not home to - night :
Themselves they could not save . .. !!
It dawns in Asia , tombstones show
And Shropshire names are read ;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn''s dead . .. !!
#S We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war ,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they perished for . .. !!
/'God save the Queen'/ we living sing ,
From height to height ''tis hea . . .
