Rupert Brooke – Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research ) (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
I search for love and find my soul With you, my love, I am whole And the mystic love that ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
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