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. 9. When Green Buds Hang in the Elm Like Dust
2. More Poems. 22. Ho, Everyone that Tthirsteth
3. More Poems. 17. Bells in Tower at Evening Toll
4. More Poems. 25. Yon Flakes that Fret the Eastern Sky
5. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together

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