Call, The (Rupert Brooke Poems)
Out of the nothingness of sleep,The slow dreams of Eternity,There was a thunder on the deep:I came, because you called ...
Rupert Brooke Poems on Death & Dying (26 Poems)
Choriambics I (Rupert Brooke Poems)
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of springLight-foot dance in the woods, whisper ...
Choriambics — I (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
Town and Country (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
The Life Beyond (Rupert Brooke Poem)
He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one ...
Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
The Goddess in the Wood (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
Goddess In The Wood, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
III. The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
Second Best (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
Dust (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
The Call (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
Peace (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
1914 III: The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
I. Peace (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
1914 I: Peace (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
The Song of the Pilgrims (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
Menelaus and Helen (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
The Old Vicarage, Granchester (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
The Voice (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
Heaven (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...