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23 de jun. de 2024 · The song “A Shropshire Lad” by Sir John Betjeman is a poetic representation of a small town in Shropshire, England, and the experiences that took place there. It captures the essence of the area’s local history and folklore while blending it with Betjeman’s own imaginative storytelling.
- Betjeman’s Banana Blush (1974)
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Há 3 dias · Poems From "a Shropshire Lad" - Xvi It nods and curtseys and recovers When the wind blows above, The nettle on the graves of lovers That hanged themselves for love . The nettle nods, the wind blows over, The man, he does not move, The lover of the grave , the lover That hanged himself for love.
14 de jun. de 2024 · This is poem 45 of "A Shropshire Lad" by A. E. HousmanI am an audiobook creator and have started this channel to promote the listening of all types of litera...
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Há 6 dias · Like, share, and subscribe if you enjoy, and check the Shropshire Lad playlist for more A Shropshire Lad read aloud.XVI by A.E. Housman It nods and ...
18 de jun. de 2024 · Alfred Edward Housman was a poet & classical scholar. His first work of note, A Shropshire Lad, is a cycle of 63 poems, most of which were written before he actually visited Shropshire! The quote above, from the poem Clunton and Clunbury, was in a book I read almost 50 years ago, and I finally managed to visit them all today. Wonderful quiet ...
20 de jun. de 2024 · A Shropshire Lad. London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner, & Co., Ltd., 1896. 12mo. Title-page printed in red and black. Original japon-backed light gray boards, white paper spine label printed in red (first issue, Carter's "A" variant), edges untrimmed; cloth folding case.
28 de jun. de 2024 · Poems From "a Shropshire Lad" - Xli. In my own shire, if I was sad. Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived comrade's pain. And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and dear,
