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Biography of A.E. Housman

A.E. Housman

A.E. Housman (1859 - 1936)


Alfred Edward Housman (March 26, 1859 - April 30, 1936) was an English poet and classical scholar, now best known for his cycle of poems A Shropshire Lad.

Housman was born in Fockbury, Worcestershire, the eldest of seven children of a country solicitor. His brother Laurence Housman and sister Clemence Housman also became writers.

Housman was educated first in King Edward's School, then in Bromsgrove School where he acquired a strong academic grounding and won prizes for his poetry. In 1877 he won an open scholarship to St John's College, Oxford, where he studied classics. He was a brilliant student, gaining first class honours in classical moderations, but a withdrawn person whose only friends were his roommates Moses Jackson and A. W. Pollard. Housman fell in love with the handsome, athletic Jackson who, being heterosexual, rejected him, though the two remained best friends. This experience, reflected in some of his poems, may be an explanation of Housman's unexpected failure in his final exams (the "Greats") in 1881. Housman took this failure very seriously but managed to take a pass degree the next year, after a brief period of teaching in Bromsgrove School.

After graduating, Jackson got a job as a clerk in the Patent Office in London and arranged a job there for Housman as well. They shared an apartment with Jackson's brother Adalbert until 1885 when Housman moved in to lodgings of his own. Moses Jackson married and moved to India in 1887 and Adalbert Jackson died in 1892, leaving Housman a profoundly lonely man. He continued pursuing classical studies on his own and published scholarly articles on such authors as Horace, Propertius, Ovid, Aeschylus, Euripides and Sophocles. He gradually acquired such a high reputation that in 1892 he was offered the professorship of Latin in University College London, which he accepted.

Although Housman's sphere of responsibilities as professor included both Latin and Greek, he put most of his energy in the study of Latin classics. His reputation in this field grew steadily, and in 1911 he took the Kennedy Professorship of Latin at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he remained for the rest of his life. In 1903-1930, he published his critical edition of Manilius's Astronomicon in five volumes. He also edited works of Juvenal (1905) and Lucan (1926). Many colleagues were afraid of his scathing critical attacks on those whom he found guilty of unscholarly sloppiness. To his students he appeared as a severe, reticent, remote authority. The only pleasures he allowed himself in his spare time were those of gastronomy which he also practised on frequent visits to France and Italy.

Housman always found his true vocation in classical studies and treated poetry as a secondary activity. He never spoke about his poetry in public until 1933 when he gave a lecture on The Name and Nature of Poetry in which he argued that poetry should appeal to emotions rather than intellect. He died two years later in Cambridge. His ashes are buried near St Laurence's Church, Ludlow, Shropshire.

Poetry

During his years in London, A E Housman completed his cycle of 63 poems, A Shropshire Lad. After several publishers had turned it down, he published it at his own expense in 1896, much to the surprise of his colleagues and students. At first the book sold slowly, but during the second Boer War, Housman's nostalgic depiction of brave English soldiers stroke a chord with English readers and his poems became a lasting success. Later, World War I had a further increasing effect on their popularity. Several composers, Arthur Somervell first, found inspiration in the seeming folksong-like simplicity of the poems. The most famous musical settings are by George Butterworth and Ralph Vaughan Williams, with others by Ivor Gurney, John Ireland and Ernest John Moeran.

Housman was surprised by the success of A Shropshire Lad because it, like all his poetry, is imbued with a deep pessimism and an obsession with all-pervasive death, with no place for the consolations of religion. Set in a half-imaginative pastoral Shropshire, "the land of lost content" (in fact Housman wrote most of the poems before ever visiting the place), the poems explore themes of fleetingness of love and decay of youth in a spare, uncomplicated style which many critics of the time found out of date compared with the exuberance of some Romantic poets. Housman himself acknowledged the influence of the songs of William Shakespeare, the Scottish Border Ballads and Heinrich Heine, but specifically denied any influence of Greek and Latin classics in his poetry.

In the early 1920s, when Moses Jackson was dying in Canada, Housman wanted to assemble his best unpublished poems together so that Jackson could read them before his death. These later poems, most of them written before 1910, show a greater variety of subject and form than those in A Shropshire Lad but also a certain lack of the kind of consistency found in the earlier poems. He published them as his Last Poems (1922) because he thought that his poetic inspiration was running out and that he would not publish any more poems in his lifetime. This proved true.

Housman's brother Laurence edited his posthumous poems which appeared in More Poems (1936) and Complete Poems (1939). In these poems, Housman appears more candid about his homosexuality and atheism than in his lifetime, though the essay De Amicitia, published by Laurence Housman in 1967, is even more revealing. Housman also wrote a parodic Fragment of a Greek Tragedy, in English, and humorous poems published posthumously under the title Unkind to Unicorns.

Housman's most familiar poem is surely "When I was one-and-twenty," number XIII from A Shropshire Lad. The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations includes no fewer than fourteen of its sixteen lines.


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81 Poems written by A.E. Housman

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First LineComments
ALONG the field as we came by Comments and analysis of Along the field as we came by by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
As through the wild green hills of Wyre
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Comments and analysis of Be Still, My Soul, Be Still by A.E. Housman 2 Comments
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Comments and analysis of Fragment of a Greek Tragedy by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
Could man be drunk for ever
Far in a western brookland
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
From far, from eve and morning
He stood, and heard the steeple Comments and analysis of Eight O'Clock by A.E. Housman 3 Comments
Here dead we lie
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
Ho, everyone that thirsteth
I hoed and trenched and weeded,
If by chance your eye offend you,
If truth in hearts that perish
In my own shire, if I was sad,
In summertime on Bredon
Into my heart an air that kills Comments and analysis of Into My Heart an Air that Kills by A.E. Housman 4 Comments
It nods and curtseys and recovers
Leave your home behind, lad,
Loitering with a vacant eye Comments and analysis of Loitering with a Vacant Eye by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
Look not in my eyes, for fear
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Comments and analysis of Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now by A.E. Housman 7 Comments
LXI
Now hollow fires burn out to black,
O why do you walk through the fields in boots,
Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? Comments and analysis of Oh Who Is That Young Sinner by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers
Oh, when I was in love with you,
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
On the idle hill of summer,
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
On your midnight pallet lying,
Once in the wind of morning
Others, I am not the first,
Say, lad, have you things to do?
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
Stars, I have seen them fall,
Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Comments and analysis of The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux by A.E. Housman 2 Comments
The fairies break their dances Comments and analysis of The Fairies Break Their Dances by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild Comments and analysis of The Grizzly Bear by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
The lad came to the door at night, Comments and analysis of The True Lover by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,
The laws of God, the laws of man,
The rainy Pleiads wester,
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws
The star-filled seas are smooth tonight Comments and analysis of The Isle Of Portland by A.E. Housman 2 Comments
The stinging nettle only
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
The Sun at noon to higher air,
The time you won your town the race Comments and analysis of To An Athlete Dying Young by A.E. Housman 9 Comments
The winds out of the west land blow, Comments and analysis of The Winds Out of the West Land Blow by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
There pass the careless people
These, in the day when heaven was falling, Comments and analysis of Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries by A.E. Housman 3 Comments
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:
Twice a week the winter thorough
Wake not for the world-heard thunder,
Wake: the silver dusk returning
Westward on the high-hilled plains
When I came last to Ludlow
When I meet the morning beam,
When I was one-and-twenty Comments and analysis of When I Was One-and-Twenty by A.E. Housman 5 Comments
When I watch the living meet
When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
When the lad for longing sighs,
White in the moon the long road lies,
With rue my heart is laden Comments and analysis of With Rue My Heart Is Laden by A.E. Housman 3 Comments
XLVI
You smile upon your friend to-day,
"Clunton and Clunbury,
"Far I hear the bugle blow Comments and analysis of The Day of Battle by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
"Here the hangman stops his cart:
"Is my team ploughing, Comments and analysis of Is My Team Ploughing by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? Comments and analysis of The New Mistress by A.E. Housman 1 Comment
'Tis spring; come out to ramble
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
‘TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: Comments and analysis of Terence, This is Stupid Stuff  by A.E. Housman 3 Comments


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