Poems by Rupert Brooke
Choriambics -- I
... . . Dearest, why should I mourn, whimper, and whine, I that have yet to live ...
Kindliness
... Being wise, Break cleanly off, and get away ...
The Voice
... " By God! I wish - I wish that you were dead! ...
A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence)
... and for gain Of that poor moment's kindliness, and ease, ...
The One Before The Last
... Than men, to eke the praise of new loves, ...
Jealousy
... A scrap that life's flung by, and love's forgotten, - ...
Peace
... Oh! we who have known shame, we have found release there, ...
Paralysis
... And you Flower-laden come to the clean white cell, ...
The Night Journey
... the gloom Is hung with steam's far-blowing livid streamers ...
It's Not Going To Happen Again
... Like a star I was hurled through the sweet of the world, ...
Song
... Lit pride in us, and died in us, ...
The War Sonnets: III The Dead
... Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, ...
Doubts
... And, sits there nothing ware and wise ...
Dining-Room Tea
... Proud in their careless transience moved &emsp ...
Choriambics -- II
... White and wonderful yet, white in your youth, stretched upon foreign earth, ...
