Rupert Brooke (1887–1915). Collected Poems. 1916.
Index of First Lines
- Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring
- All night the ways of Heaven were desolate
- All suddenly the wind comes soft
- As those of old drank mummia
- Because God put His adamantine fate
- Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper
- Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
- Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill
- Come away! Come away!
- Creeps in half wanton, half asleep
- Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
- Down the blue night the unending columns press
- Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June
- For moveless limbs no pity I crave
- From the candles and dumb shadows
- Hands and lit faces eddy to a line
- Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
- Here in the dark, O heart
- Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood
- Here, where love’s stuff is body, arm and side
- He wakes, who never thought to wake again
- Hot through Troy’s ruin Menelaus broke
- How can we find? how can we rest? how can
- How should I know? The enormous wheels of will
- I Dreamt I was in love again
- I’d watched the sorrow of the evening sky
- I came back late and tired last night
- If I should die, think only this of me
- I have been so great a lover: filled my days
- I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over
- In a cool curving world he lies
- In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood
- In darkness the loud sea makes moan
- In the grey tumult of these after years
- In your arms was still delight
- I said I splendidly loved you; it’s not true
- Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
- I think if you had loved me when I wanted
- Just now the lilac is in bloom
- Lo! from quiet skies
- Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate
- Mamua, when our laughter ends
- My restless blood now lies a-quiver
- Not with vain tears, when we’re beyond the sun
- Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour
- Now that we’ve done our best and worst, and parted
- Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
- Oh love is fair, and love is rare; my dear one she said
- Oh! Love, they said, is King of Kings
- Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat
- Out of the nothingness of sleep
- Safe in the magic of my woods
- She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother
- Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world
- So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone
- Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
- Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept
- Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band
- Swings the way still by hollow and hill
- Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes
- The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick
- The day that Youth had died
- There was a damned successful Poet
- These hearts were woven of human joys and cares
- The stars, a jolly company
- The way that lovers use is this
- They sleep within
- They say there’s a high windless world and strange
- Through my heart’s palace Thoughts unnumbered throng
- Today I have been happy. All the day
- Voices out of the shade that cried
- Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree
- What light of unremembered skies
- When colour goes home into the eyes
- When Beauty and Beauty meet
- When I see you, who were so wise and cool
- When love has changed to kindliness
- When she sleeps, her soul, I know
- When the white flame in us in gone
- When you were there, and you, and you
- Young Mary, loitering once her garden way
- Your hands, my dear, adorable