But let no cloud of lamentation be Where, on a warrior's grave, a lyre is hung. We keep the echoes...
2011-12-05
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing. We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ...
And one remembers. . . . Ah! the beat Of weary unreturning feet, And songs of pilgrims unreturnin...
For we've lots o' quick promotion on ten deaths a day! Our Colonel's white an' twitterly -- 'e gets...
The clean clear bitter-sweet that's not for me. Love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist. Love is...
We fought 'bout a dog -- last week it were -- No more than a round or two; But I strook 'im cruel ...
Thin to the glittering stars above, You know the hands, the eyes of love! The strife of limbs, the...
Keep away from dirtiness -- keep away from mess. Don't get into doin' things rather-more-or-less! ...
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...
The trek and the laager again. THE SEA-WIFE There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, And a wealt...
Kent and Surrey may -- Violets of the Undercliff Wet with Channel spray; Cowslips from a Devon co...
The buck has couched beyond the burn, My love she waits at her window To wash my hands when I retu...