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 ...
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of springLight-foot dance in the woods, whisper ...
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were ...
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: "O white companionship! You ...
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 ...
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...
Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with ...
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise, High-throned you sit, ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again, With dancing girls and sweet birds' ...
When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the ...
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