Chilterns, The (Rupert Brooke Poems)
Your hands, my dear, adorable,Your lips of tenderness-- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well,Three years, or a bit less.It ...
Rupert Brooke Poems (108 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) (Rupert Brooke Poems)
Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and steptSoftly along the dim way to your room,And found you sleeping in the ...
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 ...
Choriambics — I (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
Town and Country (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
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 ...
Choriambics — II (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
Retrospect (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were ...
Kindliness (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
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 ...
Hauntings (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
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 ...
Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
The Goddess in the Wood (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
Sonnet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
The Dead: IV (Rupert Brooke Poem)
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
The Jolly Company (Rupert Brooke Poem)
The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: "O white companionship! You ...
Wagner (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, One with a fat wide hairless face. He likes love-music that is cheap; Likes ...
The Song of the Beasts (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
The Charm (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
Desertion (Rupert Brooke Poem)
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
The Chilterns (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
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 ...
Paralysis (Rupert Brooke Poem)
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...