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 ...
Rupert Brooke Poems on Hair (16 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Funeral of Youth: 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 ...
Doubts (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When she sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves ...
Waikiki (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes Somewhere an `eukaleli' ...
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 ...
Home (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And ...
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 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 ...
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 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, ...
Dining-Room Tea (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...