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 ...
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
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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