The Collected Poems of Rupert BrookeJohn Lane Company, 1915 - 168 pagine |
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The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke: With an Introduction Rupert Brooke,George Edward Woodberry Visualizzazione completa - 1920 |
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Ambarvalia Antwerp beauty blue breath Brooke's cool creep cries dance dark dark tide dawn dead dear death delight dream dumb dust earth ecstasy England English poetry eternal eyes face fades faint fair feet fire flame flowers fool friends gleam gloom gold golden Grantchester grey hair hands Haslingfield heart heaven hill holy hush immortal kiss knew Lascelles Abercrombie laugh laughter Lemnos light limbs lips lonely lover Madingley Mamua Mediterranean Expeditionary Force Menelaus moon never night pain passion peace poem poets quiet radiant Rupert Brooke scented Scyros shade shining sick sigh silence skies sleep smile soft song sonnet South Sea star stir strange suddenly sweet there's things thought tide trentals true things UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN unreluctant voice WAIKIKI wake wandering watch waters wave weep Westminster Gazette whispering wind wings wise woods young youth
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Pagina 173 - If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England.
Pagina 172 - Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
Pagina 171 - HE'S gone. I do not understand : I only know That as he turned to go And waved his hand In his young eyes a sudden glory shone, And I was dazzled by a sunset glow, And he was gone.
Pagina 123 - These I have loved: White plates and cups, clean-gleaming, Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust; Wet roofs, beneath the lamplight; the strong crust Of friendly bread; and many-fasting food: Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood; And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers; And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny...
Pagina 109 - Now, God be thanked who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary...
Pagina 113 - The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her...
Pagina 128 - Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said, "But love goes lightly over." I bowed her foolish head, And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child was she; So new to love, so true to love, and she spoke so bitterly. But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own, Or how should my dear one, being ignorant and young, Have cried on love so bitterly, with so true a tongue?
Pagina 170 - ... young men moving resolutely and blithely forward into this, the hardest, the cruellest, and the least-rewarded of all the wars that men have fought. They are a whole history and revelation of Rupert Brooke himself. Joyous, fearless, versatile, deeply instructed, with classic symmetry of mind and body, ruled by high, undoubting purpose, he was all that one would wish England's noblest sons to be in days when no sacrifice but the most precious is acceptable, and the most precious is that which...
Pagina 63 - BREATHLESS, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass ; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old. . . ." "And when we die All's over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips...
Pagina 47 - ... me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land! There, waiting patiently, One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing, See a slow light across the Stygian tide, And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host, Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam — Most individual and bewildering...