A Shropshire Lad
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| 1 | 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:31 |
| 2 | Loveliest of trees, the cherry now | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:39 |
| 3 | THE RECRUIT: Leave your home behind, lad | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:05 |
| 4 | REVEILLE: Wake: the silver dusk returning | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:08 |
| 5 | Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:30 |
| 6 | When the lad for longing sighs | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:36 |
| 7 | When smoke stood up from Ludlow | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:16 |
| 8 | 'Farewell to barn and stack and tree' | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:02 |
| 9 | On moonlit heath and lonesome bank | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:23 |
| 10 | MARCH: The sun at noon to higher air | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:01 |
| 11 | On your midnight pallet lying | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:42 |
| 12 | When I watch the living meet | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:45 |
| 13 | When I was one - and - twenty | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:45 |
| 14 | There pass the careless people | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:56 |
| 15 | Look not in my eyes, for fear | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:50 |
| 16 | It nods and curtseys and recovers | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:29 |
| 17 | Twice a week the winter thorough | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:35 |
| 18 | Oh, when I was in love with you | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:25 |
| 19 | TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:24 |
| 20 | Oh fair enough are sky and plain | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:44 |
| 21 | BREDON HILL: In summertime on Bredon | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:30 |
| 22 | The street sounds to the soldiers' tread | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:37 |
| 23 | The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:08 |
| 24 | Say, lad, have you things to do | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:36 |
| 25 | This time of year a twelvemonth past | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:43 |
| 26 | Along the fields as we came by | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:56 |
| 27 | 'Is my team ploughing' | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:25 |
| 28 | THE WELSH MARCHES: High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:41 |
| 29 | THE LENT LILY: 'Tis spring; come out to ramble | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:48 |
| 30 | Others, I am not the first | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:51 |
| 31 | On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:07 |
| 32 | From far, from eve and morning | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:34 |
| 33 | If truth in hearts that perish | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:49 |
| 34 | THE NEW MISTRESS | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:08 |
| 35 | On the idle hill of summer | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:47 |
| 36 | White in the moon the long road lies | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:51 |
| 37 | As through the wild green hills of Wyre | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:39 |
| 38 | The winds out of the west land blow | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:53 |
| 39 | 'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:39 |
| 40 | Into my heart an air that kills | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:31 |
| 41 | In my own shire, if I was sad | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:29 |
| 42 | THE MERRY GUIDE: Once in the wind of morning | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 2:23 |
| 43 | THE IMMORTAL PART: When I meet the morning beam | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 2:04 |
| 44 | Shot so quick, so clean an ending | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:33 |
| 45 | If it chance your eye offend you | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:27 |
| 46 | Bring, in this timeless grave to throw | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:07 |
| 47 | THE CARPENTER'S SON: 'Here the hangman stops his cart' | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:19 |
| 48 | Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:22 |
| 49 | Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:32 |
| 50 | Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:08 |
| 51 | Loitering with a vacant eye | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:05 |
| 52 | Far in a western brookland | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:46 |
| 53 | THE TRUE LOVER: The lad came to the door at night | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:34 |
| 54 | With rue my heart is laden | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:28 |
| 55 | Westward on the high - hilled plains | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:45 |
| 56 | THE DAY OF BATTLE: 'Far I hear the bugle blow' | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:46 |
| 57 | You smile upon your friend to - day | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:24 |
| 58 | When I came last to Ludlow | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:26 |
| 59 | THE ISLE OF PORTLAND: The star - filled seas are smooth to - night | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:42 |
| 60 | Now hollow fires burn out to black | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:26 |
| 61 | HUGHLEY STEEPLE: The vane on Hughley steeple | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 1:03 |
| 62 | 'Terence, this is stupid stuff' | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 2:58 |
| 63 | I Hoed and trenched and weeded | A. E. Housman read by Samuel West | 0:43 |