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Alfred Edward Housman was an English classical scholar and poet. He showed early promise as a student at the University of Oxford, but he failed his final examination in literae humaniores and took employment as a patent examiner in London in 1882. Wikipedia
Born: March 26, 1859, Bromsgrove, United Kingdom
Died: April 30, 1936 (age 77 years), Cambridge, United Kingdom
Parents: Sarah Jane Housman, Edward Housman
Siblings: Laurence Housman
Alma mater: St John's College, Oxford
Genre: Lyric poetry
Born: March 26, 1859, Bromsgrove, United Kingdom
Died: April 30, 1936 (age 77 years), Cambridge, United Kingdom
Parents: Sarah Jane Housman, Edward Housman
Siblings: Laurence Housman
Alma mater: St John's College, Oxford
Genre: Lyric poetry
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