Rupert Brooke

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.

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.

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

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

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

Yet, behind the night, Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar, Some white tremendous daybreak.

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

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

Breathless we flung us on a windy hill laughed in the sun and kissed the lovely grass.

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 squamous omnipotent and kind.

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

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.