
Poems are presented by first line, in the order in
which they occur in the book. For an alphabetical
list, go here.
- From Clee to heaven the beacon burns
- Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
- Leave your home behind, lad, (The Recruit)
- Wake: the silver dusk returning (Reveille)
- Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
- When the lad for longing sighs,
- When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
- Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
- On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
- The Sun at noon to higher air, (March)
- On your midnight pallet lying,
- When I watch the living meet,
- When I was one-and-twenty
- There pass the careless people
- Look not in my eyes, for fear
- It nods and curtseys and recovers
- Twice a week the winter thorough
- Oh, when I was in love with you
- The time you won your town the race (To An Athlete Dying Young)
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
- In summertime on Bredon (Bredon Hill)
- The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
- The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,
- Say, lad, have you things to do?
- This time of year a twelvemonth past,
- Along the field as we came by
- Is my team ploughing,
- High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam (The Welch Marches)
- 'Tis spring; come out to ramble (The Lent Lily)
- Others, I am not the first,
- On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
- From far, from eve and morning
- If truth in hearts that perish
- "Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? (The New Mistress)
- On the idle hill of summer,
- White in the moon the long road lies,
- As through the wild green hills of Wyre
- The winds out of the west land blow,
- 'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
- Into my heart an air that kills
- In my own shire, if I was sad,
- Once in the wind of morning
- When I meet the morning beam, (The Immortal Part)
- Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
- If by chance your eye offend you,
- Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
- "Here the hangman stops his cart: (The Carpenter's Son)
- Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
- Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:
- In valleys of springs and rivers (Clunton and Clunbury)
- Loitering with a vacant eye
- Far in a western brookland
- The lad came to the door at night (The True Lover)
- With rue my heart is laden
- Westward on the high-hilled plains
- "Far I hear the bugle blow (The Day of Battle)
- You smile upon your friend to-day,
- When I came last to Ludlow
- The star-filled seas are smooth to-night (When I Came Last to Portland)
- Now hollow fires burn out to black,
- The vane on Hughley steeple (Hughley Steeple)
- "Terence, this is stupid stuff:
- I hoed and trenched and weeded,