Poems by Rupert Brooke
The Fish
... You know the sigh, the long of love!But there the night is close, and there ...
Safety
... We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing ...
A Memory
... I had rest Unhoped this side of Heaven, beneath your breast ...
A Channel Passage
... Now there's a choice -- heartache or tortured liver! ...
Rupert Brooke - Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research )
... Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook, and thereSpend in pure converse our eternal day ...
Dawn
... . . .One of them wakes, and spits, and sleeps again ...
The Call
... The scarlet splendour of your name,Till Heaven cracks, and Hell thereunder ...
Day And Night
... All day long Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies, ...
Busy Heart, The
... And wet strong ploughlands, scarred for certain grain ...
Dead Men's Love
... . . And then They suddenly felt the wind blow cold, ...
And love has changed to kindliness
... Being wise, Break cleanly off, and get away ...
Unfortunate
... The gates of peace, and take my tiredness home, ...
Home
... I came back late and tired last night ...
Waikiki
... And still remember, a tale I have heard, or known, ...
The Busy Heart
... And wet strong ploughlands, scarred for certain grain ...
