Choriambics II (Rupert Brooke Poems)
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void,lost in the haunted wood,I have tended and loved, year upon ...
Rupert Brooke Poems on Faces (22 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 ...
Beginning, The (Rupert Brooke Poems)
Some day I shall rise and leave my friendsAnd seek you again through the world's far ends,You whom I found ...
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, ...
Retrospect (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were ...
Mummia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
Ante Aram (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
Choriambics — II (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
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 ...
Wagner (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, One with a fat wide hairless face. He likes love-music that is cheap; Likes ...
Mary and Gabriel (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
The Wayfarers (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...
In Examination (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with ...
Doubts (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When she sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves ...
Tiare Tahiti (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
Dead Men’s Love (Rupert Brooke Poems)
There was a damned successful Poet; There was a Woman like the Sun. And they were dead. They did not ...
Dawn (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ...
The Beginning (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Some day I shall rise and leave my friends And seek you again through the world's far ends, You whom ...
Flight (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
Success (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I think if you had loved me when I wanted; If I'd looked up one day, and seen your eyes, ...
Jealousy (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
The Treasure (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' ...