Poetic Openings : Rupert Brooke to Rupert Brooke
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Beauty And Beauty :
First Line : When Beauty and Beauty meet
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Beginning, The :
First Line : Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Blue Evening :
First Line : My restless blood now lies a-quiver,
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Busy Heart, The :
First Line : Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted,
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Call, The :
First Line : Out of the nothingness of sleep,
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Charm, The :
First Line : In darkness the loud sea makes moan;
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Chilterns, The :
First Line : Your hands, my dear, adorable,
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Choriambics -- I :
First Line : Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Choriambics -- Ii :
First Line : Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void,
Poet : Rupert Brooke :
Poem : Choriambics-i :
First Line : Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring
