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 ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
When she sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
"Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said, "But love goes lightly over." I bowed ...
When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
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