Rupert Brooke

“The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.”

“Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.”

“We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.”

“Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.”

“A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.”

“Spend the glittering moonlight therePursuing down the soundless deepLimbs that gleam and shadowy hair,Or floating lazy, half-asleep.Dive and double and follow after,Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call,With lips that fade, and human laughterAnd faces individual,Well this side of Paradise! . . .There's little comfort in the wise.”

“Ah God! to see the branches stir Across the moon at Grantchester! To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten Unforgettable, unforgotten River-smell, and hear the breeze Sobbing in the little trees. Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand Still guardians of that holy land? The chestnuts shade, in reverend dream, The yet unacademic streamIs dawn a secret shy and cold Anadyomene, silver-gold? And sunset still a golden sea From Haslingfield to Madingley? And after, ere the night is born,Do hares come out about the corn? Oh, is the water sweet and cool, Gentle and brown, above the pool? And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill?Say, is there Beauty yet to find? And Certainty? and Quiet kind? Deep meadows yet, for to forget The lies, and truths, and pain?… oh! yet Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?”

“A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.”

“Stands the Church clock at ten to three?And is there honey still for tea?”