Poets •
Biographies •
Poems by Themes •
Random Poem •
The Rating of Poets • The Rating of Poems |
||
|
Poem by Alfred Edward Housman A Shropshire Lad. 45. IF it Chance Your Eye Offend You IF it chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: ’Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you, And many a balsam grows on ground. And if your hand or foot offend you, Cut it off, lad, and be whole; But play the man, stand up and end you, When your sickness is your soul. Alfred Edward Housman Alfred Edward Housman's other poems:
1339 Views |
|
English Poetry. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru |