“The stars have not dealt me the worst they could do: My pleasures are plenty, my troubles are two. But oh, my two troubles they reave me of rest, The brains in my head and the heart in my breast. Oh, grant me the ease that is granted so free, The birthright of multitudes, give it to me, That relish their victuals and rest on their bed With flint in the bosom and guts in the head.”
A Shropshire Lad is a volume of poetry that delves into the rustic charm and natural beauty of Shropshire, capturing the essence of rural life through a series of poignant and reflective verses. The poems explore themes of love, longing, and the passage of time, offering a vivid portrayal of the English countryside and its inhabitants. The work is known for its evocative imagery and emotional depth, showcasing the author's appreciation for the simplicity and beauty of rural existence. more
“he knew that fate was only a mythological concept”