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Rupert Brooke
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(1887-1915)
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A Channel Passage
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick
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A Letter to a Live Poet
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died,
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A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence)
Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept
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And love has changed to kindliness
When love has changed to kindliness --
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Ante Aram
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper
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Beauty and Beauty
When Beauty and Beauty meet
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Beginning, The
Some day I shall rise and leave my friend
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Blue Evening
My restless blood now lies a-quiver
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Busy Heart, The
Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted
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Call, The
Out of the nothingness of sleep
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Charm, The
In darkness the loud sea makes moan
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Chilterns, The
Your hands, my dear, adorable
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Choriambics -- I
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of sprin
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Choriambics -- II
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void
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Clouds
Down the blue night the unending columns press
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Dawn
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat.
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Day And Night
Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng
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Day That I Have Loved
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes
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Dead Men's Love
There was a damned successful Poet
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Desertion
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone
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Dining- Room Tea
When you were there, and you, and you
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Doubts
When she sleeps, her soul, I know
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Dust
When the white flame in us is gone
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Failure
Because God put His adamantine fat
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Finding
From the candles and dumb shadows
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Fish, The
In a cool curving world he lie
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Flight
Voices out of the shade that cried
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Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody
The day that YOUTH had died
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Goddess In The Wood, The
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood
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Great Lover, The
I have been so great a lover: filled my day
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Hauntings
In the grey tumult of these after year
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He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her
I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over
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Heaven
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June
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Hill, The
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill
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Home
I came back late and tired last night
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I. Peace
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour
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II. Safety
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most bles
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III. The Dead
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead
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In Examination
Lo! from quiet skie
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IV. The Dead
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares
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Jealousy
When I see you, who were so wise and cool
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Jolly Company, The
The stars, a jolly company
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Kindliness
When love has changed to kindliness -
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Libido
How should I know? The enormous wheels of wil
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Life Beyond, The
He wakes, who never thought to wake again
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Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia
Swings the way still by hollow and hill
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Love
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate
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Mary and Gabriel
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way
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Menelaus and Helen
Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke
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Mummia
As those of old drank mummi
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Mutability
They say there's a high windless world and strange,
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Night Journey, The
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line
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Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester
Just now the lilac is in bloom,
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On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
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One Before the Last, The
I dreamt I was in love again
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One Day
Today I have been happy. All the day
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Paralysis
For moveless limbs no pity I crave
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Pine-Trees And The Sky: Evening
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky
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Retrospect
In your arms was still delight
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Seaside
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band
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Second Best
Here in the dark, O heart
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Sleeping Out: Full Moon
They sleep within. . .
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Song
"Oh! Love," they said, "is King of Kings
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Song
All suddenly the wind comes soft
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Song of the Beasts, The
Come away! Come away!
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Song of the Pilgrims, The
What light of unremembered skies
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Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research )
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun
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Sonnet: I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true
I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true
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Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tir
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Success
I think if you had loved me when I wanted
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There's Wisdom In Women
"Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said
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Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body
How can we find? how can we rest? how ca
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Tiare Tahiti
Mamua, when our laughter ends
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Town and Country
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and sid
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Treasure, The
When colour goes home into the eyes
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Unfortunate
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
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V. The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me
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Victory
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate
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Vision Of The Archangels, The
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world,
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Voice, The
Safe in the magic of my wood
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Wagner
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep
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Waikiki
Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree
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Way That Lovers Use, The
The way that lovers use is this
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Wayfarers, The
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-plac
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