Rupert Brooke's Poetry, by popularity

• Nineteen-Fourteen

  I PEACE
  Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,

  78 lines
• Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour

  Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
      And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,

  14 lines
• Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire

  Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
      Of watching you; and swing me suddenly

  16 lines, 1 comment
• And Love Has Changed To Kindliness

  When love has changed to kindliness,
      Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press

  35 lines, 1 comment
• Song

  “Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings,
  And Triumph is his crown.

  26 lines
• The Charm

  In darkness the loud sea makes moan;
  And earth is shaken, and all evils creep

  27 lines
• The Busy Heart

  Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted,
  I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend.

  14 lines
• The Song Of The Pilgrims

  (Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.)...
  What light of unremembered skies 

  41 lines
• The Call

  Out of the nothingness of sleep,
  The slow dreams of Eternity,

  32 lines
• The True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes)

  They say when the Great Prompter’s hand shall ring
  Down the last curtain upon earth and sea,

  14 lines
• Song Of A Tribe Of The Ancient Egyptians

  She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
  She was lustful and lewd?—but a God; we had none other.

  28 lines
• Wagner

  Creeps in half wanton, half asleep,
  One with a fat wide hairless face.

  15 lines
• On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess

  She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
  She was lustful and lewd? -- but a God; we had none other.

  28 lines
• Mummia

  As those of old drank mummia
  To fire their limbs of lead,

  44 lines
• A Letter To A Live Poet

  Sir, since the last Elizabethan died,
      Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse,

  51 lines
• The Vision Of The Archangels

  Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world,
  Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky,

  14 lines
• Victory

  All night the ways of Heaven were desolate,
  Long roads across a gleaming empty sky.

  14 lines
• The Hill

  Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
  Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

  15 lines
• Kindliness

  When love has changed to kindliness --
  Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press

  36 lines, 1 comment
• Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia

  Swings the way still by hollow and hill,
  And all the world's a song;

  88 lines
• Waikiki

  Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree
  Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes

  14 lines
• Paralysis

  For moveless limbs no pity I crave,
  That never were swift! Still all I prize,

  26 lines
• Choriambics -- I

  Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring
  Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life, woo me to wayfaring;

  19 lines
• The Dance

  As the Wind, and as the Wind,
  In a corner of the way,

  13 lines
• He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her

  I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over,
  But if to praise or blame you, cannot say.

  14 lines
• Mutability

  They say there's a high windless world and strange,
  Out of the wash of days and temporal tide,

  14 lines
• Hauntings

  In the grey tumult of these after years
  Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part;

  14 lines
• In Examination

  Lo! from quiet skies
  In through the window my Lord the Sun!

  26 lines
• Doubts

  When she sleeps, her soul, I know,
  Goes a wanderer on the air,

  18 lines
• Choriambics -- II

  Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void,
  lost in the haunted wood,

  23 lines

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