Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is ...
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Thin as a sheet his mother came to him during the screaming evenings after he did it, touched F.J.'s dead ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent, ...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom ...
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