Poems by Rupert Brooke
He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her
... So . . . the poor love of fools and blind I've proved you, ...
In Time of Revolt
... Whats more, you called me Mothers one ewe ...
The Life Beyond
... a fly Fast-stuck in grey sweat on a corpse's neck ...
Fragment
... and peeped In at the windows, watched my friends at table, ...
Second Best
... here the one Wisdom - the truth! - "All day the good glad sun ...
Hauntings
... And a shade, through the toss'd ranks of mirth and crying ...
One Day
... And crowned your head with fancies, nothing worth, ...
The True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes)
... . . Ah, Love! still temporal, and still atmospheric, ...
Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire
... Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host, ...
Sonnet: I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True
... On gods or fools the high risk falls - on you - ...
The War Sonnets: II Safety
... We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing ...
The Vision Of The Archangels
... . . .) They then from the sheer summit cast, and watched it fall, ...
The War Sonnets: I. Peace
... Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there, ...
There's Wisdom In Women
... And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own, ...
The Way That Lovers Use
... They bow, catch hands, with never a word, ...
