Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 48, by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle Last Line: Oh why did I awake? When shall I sleep again? Alternate Author Name(s): Housman, A. E. Variant Title(s): Injustice Subject(s): Injustice | ||||||||
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather, - call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn; Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry: Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born. Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation - Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT LAKE DESOLATION by KENNETH REXROTH ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL SUMMER NIGHT-BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A HUN by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS RED FLAG by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY THE ANARCHIST by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |
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