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Selected Poems
Selected Poems
Selected Poems
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Rupert Brooke (1887-1905) was an English lyricist celebrated for his romantic war sonnets. Contents: Day that I have Loved, On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess, Second Best, The Hill, Sonnet ("Oh! Death will find me"), Dust, Song, Kindliness, The Voice and many more.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateMar 16, 2020
ISBN4064066096397
Selected Poems

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    Selected Poems - Rupert Brooke

    Rupert Brooke

    Selected Poems

    Published by Good Press, 2020

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4064066096397

    Table of Contents

    Day that I have Loved

    On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess

    Second Best

    The Hill

    Sonnet

    Dust

    Song

    Kindliness

    The Voice

    Menelaus and Helen

    The Jolly Company

    Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body

    Town and Country

    The Fish

    Dining-room Tea

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    Day that I have Loved

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    Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes,

    And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands.

    The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies.

    I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands,

    Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea's making

    Mist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned.

    There you'll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking;

    And over the unmoving sea, without a sound,

    Faint hands will row you outward, out beyond our sight,

    Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far-gleaming

    And marble sand. …

    Beyond the shifting cold twilight,

    Further than laughter goes, or tears, further than dreaming,

    There'll be no port, no dawn-lit islands! But the drear

    Waste darkening, and, at length, flame ultimate on the deep.

    Oh, the last fire—and you, unkissed, unfriended there!

    Oh, the lone way's red ending, and we not there to weep!

    (We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers,

    Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us,

    Came happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,

    High on the downs at dawn!) Void now and tenebrous,

    The grey sands curve before me. …

    From the inland meadows,

    Fragrant of June and clover, floats the dark and

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