Poems by Rupert Brooke
The Dead: IV
... And after, Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance ...
Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia
... "Quiet," it laughs, "and strong!"Oh! spite of the miles and years between us, ...
Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
... And tremble. And I shall know that you have died,And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, ...
Retrospect
... Where love itself would faint and cease! ...
Ante Aram
... heed the horror of the shrine, the distant cries,And evil whispers in the gloom, or the swift whirr ...
Vision Of The Archangels, The
... . . .)They then from the sheer summit cast, and watched it fall, ...
Town and Country
... And the remote winds sigh, and waters flow!Lest -- as our words fall dumb on windless noons, ...
On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess
... In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade ...
The Dance
... Following where your feet have gone, ...
Fragment On Painters
... Theyd snare the moon, and catch the immortal sun ...
Song Of A Tribe Of The Ancient Egyptians
... In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade ...
Fafaia
... And yonder star that burns so white, ...
Nineteen-Fourteen
... And after, Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance ...
The War Sonnets: IV The Dead
... There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter ...
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester
... . . Du lieber Gott ! ...
