1887 From Clee To Heaven the Beacon Burns
Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now
Recruit: Leave Your Home Behind, Lad, The
Reveille: Wake: the Silver Dusk Returning
Oh See How Thick the Goldcup Flowers
When the Lad For Longing Sighs
When Some Stood Up From Ludlow
'Farewell To Barn and Stack and Tree'
On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank
March: the Sun At Noon To Higher Air
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
To an Athlete Dying Young
Oh Fair Enough Are Sky and Plain
Bredon Hill: In Summertime On Bredon
Street Sounds To the Soldiers' Tread, The
Lads In Their Hundreds To Ludlow Com e In For the Fair, The
Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do?
This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past
Along the Fields As We Came By
'is My Team Ploughing'
Welsh Marches: High the Vanes of Shr ewsbury Gleam, The
Lent Lily: 'Tis Spring; Come Out To Ramble, The
Others, I Am Not the First
On Wenlock Edge the Woods' In Trouble
From Far, From Eve and Morning
If Truth In Hearts That Perish
New Mistress, The
On the Idle Hill of Summer
White In the Moon the Long Road Lies
As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre
Winds Out of the West Land Blow, The
'Tis Time, I Think By Wenlock Town
Into My Heart an Air That Kills
In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
Merry Guide: Once In the Wind of Mor ning, The
Immportal Part: When I Meet the Morn ing Beam, The
Shot? So Quick, So Clean and Ending?
If It Chance Your Eye Offend You
Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw
Carpenter's Son: 'Here the Hangman S tops His Cart', The
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; the Arms You Bear Are Brittle
Think No More, Lad; Laugh, Be Jolly
Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun
Loitering With a Vacant Eye
Far In a Western Brookland
True Lover: the Lad Came To the Door At Night, The
With Rue My Heart is Laden
Westward On the High-Hilled Plains
Day of Battle: 'Far I Hear the Bugle Blow', The
You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day
When I Came Lost To Ludlow
Isle of Portland: the Star-Filled Se as Are Smooth To-Night, The
Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black
Hughley Steeple: the Vane On Hughley Steeple
'Terence, This is Stupid Stuff'
I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded
Album Remarks & Appraisals:
... this fine production captures perfectly [Housman] strong, melodic beat and decisive rhyme, and his wonderful way with words. Samuel West's... voice and reading are true to Housman... West, you feel, reads poetry as it should be read - confidently, with ease and conviction, as if all the world spoke in meter and rhyme.
Personnel: Samuel West (spoken vocals).
Liner Note Author: David Timson.
Recording information: Motivation Sound Studios, London.
Editor: Malcolm Blackmoor.
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