Call, The (Rupert Brooke Poems)
Out of the nothingness of sleep,The slow dreams of Eternity,There was a thunder on the deep:I came, because you called ...
Rupert Brooke Poems on World (29 Poems)
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 ...
Vision Of The Archangels, The (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
The Vision of the Archangels (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Mummia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
Ante Aram (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
The Life Beyond (Rupert Brooke Poem)
He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one ...
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 ...
Paralysis (Rupert Brooke Poem)
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
Sleeping Out: Full Moon (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
III. The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
The Night Journey (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
1914 II: Safety (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
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 ...
The Call (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Safety (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
I. Peace (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
Flight (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
Peace (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
1914 III: The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
1914 I: Peace (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
A Letter to a Live Poet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
II. Safety (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
Clouds (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far ...
Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
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, ...
The Dead (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...