A Shropshire Lad (Unabridged)

A Shropshire Lad: 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns

A Shropshire Lad: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

A Shropshire Lad: THE RECRUIT: Leave your home behind, lad

A Shropshire Lad: REVEILLE: Wake: the silver dusk returning

A Shropshire Lad: Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers

A Shropshire Lad: When the lad for longing sighs

A Shropshire Lad: When smoke stood up from Ludlow

A Shropshire Lad: 'Farewell to barn and stack and tree'

A Shropshire Lad: On moonlit heath and lonesome bank

A Shropshire Lad: MARCH: The sun at noon to higher air

A Shropshire Lad: On your midnight pallet lying

A Shropshire Lad: When I watch the living meet

A Shropshire Lad: When I was one-and-twenty

A Shropshire Lad: There pass the careless people

A Shropshire Lad: Look not in my eyes, for fear

A Shropshire Lad: It nods and curtseys and recovers

A Shropshire Lad: Twice a week the winter thorough

A Shropshire Lad: Oh, when I was in love with you

A Shropshire Lad: TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG

A Shropshire Lad: Oh fair enough are sky and plain

A Shropshire Lad: BREDON HILL: In summertime on Bredon

A Shropshire Lad: The street sounds to the soldiers' tread

A Shropshire Lad: The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair

A Shropshire Lad: Say, lad, have you things to do?

A Shropshire Lad: This time of year a twelvemonth past

A Shropshire Lad: Along the fields as we came by

A Shropshire Lad: 'Is my team ploughing'

A Shropshire Lad: THE WELSH MARCHES: High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam

A Shropshire Lad: THE LENT LILY: 'Tis spring; come out to ramble

A Shropshire Lad: Others, I am not the first

A Shropshire Lad: On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble

A Shropshire Lad: From far, from eve and morning

A Shropshire Lad: If truth in hearts that perish

A Shropshire Lad: THE NEW MISTRESS

A Shropshire Lad: On the idle hill of summer

A Shropshire Lad: White in the moon the long road lies

A Shropshire Lad: As through the wild green hills of Wyre

A Shropshire Lad: The winds out of the west land blow

A Shropshire Lad: 'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town

A Shropshire Lad: Into my heart an air that kills

A Shropshire Lad: In my own shire, if I was sad

A Shropshire Lad: THE MERRY GUIDE: Once in the wind of morning

A Shropshire Lad: THE IMMORTAL PART: When I meet the morning beam

A Shropshire Lad: Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?

A Shropshire Lad: If it chance your eye offend you

A Shropshire Lad: Bring, in this timeless grave to throw

A Shropshire Lad: THE CARPENTER'S SON: 'Here the hangman stops his cart'

A Shropshire Lad: Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle

A Shropshire Lad: Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly

A Shropshire Lad: Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun

A Shropshire Lad: Loitering with a vacant eye

A Shropshire Lad: Far in a western brookland

A Shropshire Lad: THE TRUE LOVER: The lad came to the door at night

A Shropshire Lad: With rue my heart is laden

A Shropshire Lad: Westward on the high-hilled plains

A Shropshire Lad: THE DAY OF BATTLE: 'Far I hear the bugle blow'

A Shropshire Lad: You smile upon your friend to-day

A Shropshire Lad: When I came last to Ludlow

A Shropshire Lad: THE ISLE OF PORTLAND: The star-filled seas are smooth to-night

A Shropshire Lad: Now hollow fires burn out to black

A Shropshire Lad: HUGHLEY STEEPLE: The vane on Hughley steeple

A Shropshire Lad: 'Terence, this is stupid stuff'

A Shropshire Lad: I Hoed and trenched and weeded