Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

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Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young. 

1. More Poems. 15. Tarry, Delight; so Seldom Met
2. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
3. Last Poems. 11. Yonder See the Morning Blink
4. Additional Poems. 5. Here Are the Skies, the Planets Seven
5. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together

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