The Little Dog’s Day By Rupert Brooke

The Little Dog’s Day All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the lonely…

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Peace By Rupert Brooke

Peace Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure,…

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Flight By Rupert Brooke

Flight Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children’s play by the wayside, And country eyes,…

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The Dead By Rupert Brooke

The Dead Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us…

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Love By Rupert Brooke

Love Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again; Love sells the proud heart’s…

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Clouds By Rupert Brooke

Clouds Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow, Now tread the far South, or lift rounds…

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There’s Wisdom In Women By Rupert Brooke

There’s Wisdom In Women “Oh love is fair, and love is rare;” my dear one she said, “But love goes lightly over.” I bowed her…

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Song By Rupert Brooke

Song “Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, And Sun and Moon…

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I. Peace By Rupert Brooke

I. Peace Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made…

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And Love Has Changed To Kindliness By Rupert Brooke

And Love Has Changed To Kindliness When love has changed to kindliness — Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time’s an…

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The Life Beyond By Rupert Brooke

The Life Beyond He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one long livid…

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Paralysis By Rupert Brooke

Paralysis For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, I have; No fool…

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Failure By Rupert Brooke

Failure Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the Iron Gate, Rise up,…

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Waikiki By Rupert Brooke

Waikiki Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes Somewhere an `eukaleli’ thrills and cries And…

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The Chilterns By Rupert Brooke

The Chilterns Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness —Oh, I’ve loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or a bit less. It…

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Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia By Rupert Brooke

Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And…

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Choriambics Ii By Rupert Brooke

Choriambics Ii Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, year upon year,…

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The Wayfarers By Rupert Brooke

The Wayfarers Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, one last mad…

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Second Best By Rupert Brooke

Second Best Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover; Clear-visioned,…

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Home By Rupert Brooke

Home I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And comfortable gloom. But as…

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A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) By Rupert Brooke

A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And found you…

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The One Before The Last By Rupert Brooke

The One Before The Last I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain…

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On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess By Rupert Brooke

On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians (The Priests within the Temple) She was wrinkled and…

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Dust By Rupert Brooke

Dust When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world’s delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone To crumble in our…

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Wagner By Rupert Brooke

Wagner Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, One with a fat wide hairless face. He likes love-music that is cheap; Likes women in a crowded…

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The Charm By Rupert Brooke

The Charm In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now to know you…

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Libido By Rupert Brooke

Libido How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a…

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Chilterns, The By Rupert Brooke

Chilterns, The Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness — Oh, I’ve loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or a bit less….

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The Way That Lovers Use By Rupert Brooke

The Way That Lovers Use The Way that lovers use is this; They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and…

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Sleeping Out- Full Moon By Rupert Brooke

Sleeping Out- Full Moon They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, O…

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Hill, The By Rupert Brooke

Hill, The Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, “Through glory and ecstasy…

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A Letter To A Live Poet By Rupert Brooke

A Letter To A Live Poet Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the…

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The Jolly Company By Rupert Brooke

The Jolly Company The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: “O white companionship! You only In…

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Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire By Rupert Brooke

Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly…

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Finding By Rupert Brooke

Finding From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And the whispering life outside….

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Voice, The By Rupert Brooke

Voice, The Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, And washed with…

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The Busy Heart By Rupert Brooke

The Busy Heart Now that we’ve done our best and worst, and parted, I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend. (O…

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Kindliness By Rupert Brooke

Kindliness When love has changed to kindliness — Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time’s an old god’s dream Nodding in…

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Charm, The By Rupert Brooke

Charm, The In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now to know you…

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The Voice By Rupert Brooke

The Voice Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, And washed with…

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Seaside By Rupert Brooke

Seaside Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd’s good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am drawn nightward; I must…

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He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her By Rupert Brooke

He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over, But if to praise or…

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A Channel Passage By Rupert Brooke

A Channel Passage The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I must think…

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The Hill By Rupert Brooke

The Hill Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, “Through glory and ecstasy…

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Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour By Rupert Brooke

Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our…

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Doubts By Rupert Brooke

Doubts When she sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves her lying, still and…

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Vision Of The Archangels, The By Rupert Brooke

Vision Of The Archangels, The Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with…

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The Beginning By Rupert Brooke

The Beginning Some day I shall rise and leave my friends And seek you again through the world’s far ends, You whom I found so…

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Jolly Company, The By Rupert Brooke

Jolly Company, The The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: “O white companionship! You only In…

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Choriambics I By Rupert Brooke

Choriambics I Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life,…

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The Treasure By Rupert Brooke

The Treasure When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries Behind the…

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Safety By Rupert Brooke

Safety Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark tides of the world…

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Heaven By Rupert Brooke

Heaven Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat’ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear. Fish…

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1914 Iv- The Dead By Rupert Brooke

1914 Iv- The Dead These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them…

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The Great Lover By Rupert Brooke

The Great Lover I have been so great a lover: filled in days So proudly with the splendor of Love’s praise, The pain, the calm,…

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Night Journey, The By Rupert Brooke

Night Journey, The Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc o’ the…

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Dead Men’s Love By Rupert Brooke

Dead Men’s Love There was a damned successful Poet; There was a Woman like the Sun. And they were dead. They did not know it….

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Victory By Rupert Brooke

Victory All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I, Alone,…

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Success By Rupert Brooke

Success I think if you had loved me when I wanted; If I’d looked up one day, and seen your eyes, And found my wild…

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Iv. The Dead By Rupert Brooke

Iv. The Dead These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them kindness….

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