One instant I, an instant, knew As God knows all. And it and you I, above Time, oh, blind! could s...
2011-12-05
But let no cloud of lamentation be Where, on a warrior's grave, a lyre is hung. We keep the echoes...
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing. We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ...
Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see The...
The clean clear bitter-sweet that's not for me. Love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist. Love is...
Thin to the glittering stars above, You know the hands, the eyes of love! The strife of limbs, the...
For the kin of you will surely do Their duty by the dead. Their little dull greasy eyes will water...
The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke by Rupert Brooke [British Poet -- 1887-1915.] Born at Rugby, ...
The dramatic sonnet in English has not gone beyond that, for beauty, for brevity, for tragic effect...
O heart, in the great dawn! Day That I Have Loved Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your ey...
And one remembers. . . . Ah! the beat Of weary unreturning feet, And songs of pilgrims unreturnin...
Poem: Ravenna (Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To ...
2011-12-03
Than sweetest ambergris. What dost thou fear? Young Hyacinth is slain, Pan is not here, And will...
No longer now upon thy swelling tide, Pine-forest-like, thy myriad galleys ride! For where the bra...
But with the Dawn she does not go and in the night-time she is there. Dawn follows Dawn and Nights...