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 ...
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void,lost in the haunted wood,I have tended and loved, year upon ...
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 ...
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, "She is most ...
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
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