Poetic Openings : Rupert Brooke to Rupert Brooke

Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : Mutability : First Line : They say there’s a high windless world and strange,
Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : Night Journey, The : First Line : Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;
Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour : First Line : Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire : First Line : Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester : First Line : (Cafe des Westens, Berlin, May 1912)

Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : On The Death Of Smet-smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess : First Line : Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians
Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : One Before The Last, The : First Line : I dreamt I was in love again
Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : One Day : First Line : Today I have been happy. All the day
Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : Paralysis : First Line : For moveless limbs no pity I crave,
Poet : Rupert Brooke : Poem : Peace : First Line : Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,