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Poems Selected by Alan Hollinghurst
A. E. Housman
Alan Hollinghurst
ISBN: 9780571226740
Format: Paperback
Publisher:Faber and Faber
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In this series, a contemporary poet selects and introduces a poet of the past. By their selection of verses and by the personal and critical reactions they express in their introductions, the selectors offer a passionate and accessible introduction to some of the greatest poets in history.
In this series, a contemporary poet selects and introduces a poet of the past. By their selection of verses and by the personal and critical reactions they express in their introductions, the selectors offer a passionate and accessible introduction to some of the greatest poets in history.
| ISBN | 0571226744 | | Pages | 80 | | ISBN13 | 9780571226740 (What's this?) | | Published in | London | | Publisher | Faber and Faber | | Series title | Poet to Poet S. | | Imprint | Faber and Faber | | Previous ISBN | 9780571207053 | | Format | Paperback | | Height (mm) | 198 | | Publication date | 07 Apr 2005 | | Width (mm) | 129 | | DEWEY | 821.912 | | Academic level | General | | DEWEY edition | DC22 | |
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| | | Loveliest of trees, the cherry now | | 5 | | | | Reveille | | 6 | | | | When smoke stood up from Ludlow | | 7 | | | | On moonlit heath and lonesome bank | | 8 | | | | On your midnight pallet lying | | 10 | | | | When I watch the living meet | | 11 | | | | When I was one-and-twenty | | 12 | | | | There pass the careless people | | 13 | | | | Look not in my eyes, for fear | | 14 | | | | It nods and curtseys and recovers | | 15 | | | | To an athlete dying young | | 16 | | | | Bredon Hill | | 17 | | | | The street sounds to the soldiers' tread | | 19 | | | | Say, lad, have you things to do? | | 20 | | | | 'Is my team ploughing? | | 21 | | | | The Welsh marches | | 23 | | | | The Lent lily | | 25 | | | | Others, I am not the first | | 26 | | | | On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble | | 27 | | | | From far, from eve and morning | | 28 | | | | On the idle hill of summer | | 29 | | | | White in the moon the long road lies | | 30 | | | | The winds out of the west land blow | | 31 | | | | Into my heart an air that kills | | 32 | | | | Shot? So quick, so clean and ending? | | 33 | | | | Bring, in this timeless grave to throw | | 34 | | | | Clunton and Clunbury | | 35 | | | | Far in a western brookland | | 36 | | | | With rue my heart is laden | | 37 | | | | I hoed and trenched and weeded | | 38 | | | More... | | |
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