• A. E. Housman They say my verse is sad: no wonder. Its narrow measure spans Rue for eternity, and sorrow Not mine, but man's. This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not.
    Source: More Poems (1936)
    A. E. Housman
    British poet 1859-1936
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A. E. Housman - They say my verse is sad: no wonder. 
 Its narrow measure spans 
 Rue for eternity, and sorrow 
 Not mine, but man's. 
  
 This is for all ill-treated fellows 
 Unborn and unbegot, 
 For them to read when they're in trouble 
 And I am not.
They say my verse is sad: no wonder. Its narrow measure spans Rue for eternity, and sorrow Not mine, but man's. This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not. by : A. E. Housman
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hills-sunrise They say my verse is sad: no wonder. Its narrow measure spans Rue for eternity, and sorrow Not mine, but man's. This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they're in trouble And I am not.
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