Alfred Edward Housman (Àëüôðåä Ýäâàðä Õàóñìàí)

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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. This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past
2. Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do?
3. Oh Fair Enough Are Sky And Plain
4. The Recruit
5. Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear

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