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. A Shropshire Lad. 56. The Day of Battle
2. More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
3. More Poems. 21. The World Goes None the Lamer
4. More Poems. 17. Bells in Tower at Evening Toll
5. Last Poems. 39. When Summer’s End Is Nighing

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1889

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