Classic Poetry
Alfred Edward Housman
(1859-1936)
Along the field as we came by
As through the wild green hills of Wyre
Be still, my soul, be still
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
Fragment of a Greek Tragedy
Loveliest of Trees
To an Athlete Dying Young
When I was one-and-twenty
With rue my heart is laden
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