Poems by Rupert Brooke
Goddess In The Wood, The
... The gold waves purled amidst the green above her ...
In Examination
... And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold, ...
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody
... Who had to catch a train, and Lust, poor, snivelling boy ...
Mutability
... The laugh dies with the lips, `Love' with the lover ...
He Wonders Whether to Praise or Blame Her
... So the poor love of fools and blind Ive proved you, ...
Day That I Have Loved
... d ending, and we not there to weep!(We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers, ...
Libido
... . . . My conqueror's blood was cool as a deep river ...
Sleeping Out: Full Moon
... High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely ...
The Wayfarers
... Do you think theres a far border town, somewhere, ...
Blue Evening
... Murmur and gleam, lift lustrous eyes,Drift close to me, and sideways bending ...
IV. The Dead
... And after, Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance ...
The Charm
... . . Your magic and your beauty and your strength, ...
The Chilterns
... Thank God, that's done! and I'll take the road, ...
Mary and Gabriel
... to relate Her limbs' sweet treachery, her strange high estate, ...
Sonnet
... Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook, and there Spend in pure converse our eternal day ...
