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Rupert Brooke
(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)
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133 poems of Rupert Brooke
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''He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.''
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. 1914 (l. 26-28). . .
Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton...
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''But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.''
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. 1914 (l. 13-14). . .
Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton...
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''Down the blue night the unending columns press
In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,''
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Clouds (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxfor...
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''Mud unto mud!—Death eddies near—
Not here the appointed End, not here!
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
Is wetter water, slimier slime!''
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven (l. 15-18). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford...
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''Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)''
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven (l. 1-2). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford U...
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But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
Is wetter water, slimier slime!
And there (they trust) there swimmeth One
Who swam ere rivers were begun,
Immense, of fishy form and mind,
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven, 1914 and Other Poems (1915).
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''Infinite hungers leap no more
In the chance swaying of your dress;
And love has changed to kindliness.''
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Kindliness.
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''Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.''
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Letters from America, ch. 3 (1916).
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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 ...
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. New Numbers, no. 4 (1914). Peace, 1914 and Other Poems (1915).
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''Oh! death will find me long before I tire
Of watching you.''
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Sonnet, Collected Poems (1966).
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