A Shropshire Lad
A. E. Housman (26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936)
Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.
Up, lad, up, ’tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty highways crying
“Who’ll beyond the hills away?”
Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover;
Breath’s a ware that will not keep
Up, lad: when the journey’s over
There’ll be time enough to sleep
Language of Flowers
Kate Greenaway (17 March 1846 – 6 November 1901)
Hand Flower Tree Warning.
Harebell Submission. Grief.
Heliotrope Devotion. Faithfulness.
Helmet Flower (Monkshood) Knight-errantry.
Hemlock You will be my death.
Hibiscus Delicate beauty.
Holly Herb Enchantment.
Hollyhock Ambition. Fecundity.
Honesty Honesty. Fascination.
Honey Flower Love sweet and secret.
Honeysuckle Generous and devoted affection.
Honeysuckle Coral The colour of my fate.
Honeysuckle (French) Rustic beauty.
Horse Chesnut Luxury.
Hortensia You are cold.
Houseleek Vivacity. Domestic industry.
Humble Plant Despondency.
Hundred-leaved Rose Dignity of mind.
Hyacinth Sport. Game. Play.
Hyacinth, White Unobtrusive loveliness.
Hydrangea A boaster. Heartlessness.