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# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Retrospect

​ RETROSPECT
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky. Love, in you, went passing by, Penetrative, remote, and rare, Like a bird in the wide air, And, as the bird, it left no trace In the heaven of your face. In your stupidity I found The sweet hush after a sweet sound. All about you was the light That dims the greying end of night; Desire was the unrisen sun, Joy the day not yet begun, With tree whispering to tree, Without wind, quietly. Wisdom slept within your hair, And Long-Suffering was there, And, in the flowing of your dress, Undiscerning Tenderness. And when you thought, it seemed to me, Infinitely, and like a sea, About the slight world you had known Your vast unconsciousness was thrown. . . .
​O haven without wave or tide! Silence, in which all songs have died! Holy book, where hearts are still! And home at length under the hill! O mother quiet, breasts of peace, Where love itself would faint and cease! O infinite deep I never knew, I would come back, come back to you, Find you, as a pool unstirred, Kneel down by you, and never a word, Lay my head, and nothing said, In your hands, ungarlanded; And a long watch you would keep; And I should sleep, and I should sleep!
Mataiea, January 1914
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Peace

​ I. PEACE
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary, Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move, And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary, And all the little emptiness of love!
Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there, Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending, Naught broken save this body, lost but breath; Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Safety

​ II. SAFETY
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest, And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?' We have found safety with all things undying, The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth, The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying, And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth. We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing. We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever. War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, Secretly armed against all death's endeavour; Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall; And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Other Poems

OTHER POEMS
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Paralysis

​ PARALYSIS
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, I have; No fool to heave luxurious sighs For the woods and hills that I never knew. The more excellent way's yet mine! And you
Flower-laden come to the clean white cell, And we talk as ever—am I not the same? With our hearts we love, immutable, You without pity, I without shame. We talk as of old; as of old you go Out under the sky, and laughing, I know,
Flit through the streets, your heart all me; Till you gain the world beyond the town. Then—I fade from your heart, quietly; And your fleet steps quicken. The strong down Smiles you welcome there; the woods that love you Close lovely and conquering arms above you.
O ever-moving, O lithe and free! Fast in my linen prison I press On impassable bars, or emptily Laugh in my great loneliness. And still in the white neat bed I strive Most impotently against that gyve; Being less now than a thought, even, To you alone with your hills and heaven.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening

​ PINE-TREES AND THE SKY: EVENING
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard the waves, and the seagull's mocking cry.
And in them all was only the old cry, That song they always sing—"The best is over! You may remember now, and think, and sigh, O silly lover!" And I was tired and sick that all was over, And because I, For all my thinking, never could recover One moment of the good hours that were over. And I was sorry and sick, and wished to die.
Then from the sad west turning wearily, I saw the pines against the white north sky, Very beautiful, and still, and bending over Their sharp black heads against a quiet sky. And there was peace in them; and I Was happy, and forgot to play the lover, And laughed, and did no longer wish to die; Being glad of you, O pine-trees and the sky!
# The Earth Turns South/Rebirth

II.
Rebirth
# The Earth Turns South/Source

VII.
Source
# The Earth Turns South/The Battle Line

THE BATTLE LINE
# The Earth Turns South/Star-Bees

STAR-BEES
# The Earth Turns South/The Antique

THE ANTIQUE
# The Earth Turns South/The Eternal Courtesies

THE ETERNAL COURTESIES
# The Earth Turns South/Romance

ROMANCE
# The Earth Turns South/Seedtime

SEEDTIME
# The Earth Turns South/Shadow

SHADOW
# The Earth Turns South/Summer

BY-ROADS-I.
Summer
# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Cuma

Certaine Epigramms
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# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Iove

To Ioue.
# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Lyon-Hearted Hercules

TO
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# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Mariners

To Mariners.
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# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Mars

To Mars.
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# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Diana

To Diana.
# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Earth the Mother of All

To Earth the Mother of all.
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# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Glavcvs: who was so Miserablie, Sparing; that He Feared all Mens Accesse to Him

TO GLAVCVS: WHO WAS SO MISERABLIE, SPARING; THAT HE FEARED ALL MENS ACCESSE TO HIM
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# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Diana (2)

To Diana.
# The Crowne of All Homers Workes/To Juno

To Iuno.
# The Commonweal/Volume 1/Number 2/Reports

REPORTS.
SCOTTISH LAND AND LABOUR LEAGUE (The Scottish Section of the Socialist League), Glasgow Branch, Albion Halls, College Street.—January 25, J. Mavor read a paper on “Poor Living and Rich Living;” Feb. 1, M. Melliet Prevot spoke on “The Solidarity of the Workers;” Feb. 8, J. B. Glasier on “Genius and Art in the Coming Socialism;” Feb. 15, Replies to recent attacks on Socialism by Professor Flint, Mr. Gosehen, and Lord Reay, by C. G. Jamieson, Glasier and Mavor; Feb. 22, a discussion on “Mr. Chamberlain and Socialism.” Membership, 55. A reading room in connexion with this branch shall be opened. The leading journals, Socialist and labour papers, and books will be supplied. Funds being needed for carrying out these objects, contributions in books or money are solicited, and will be acknowledged by the treasurer, J. Adams, 92 South Wellington Street.
LEEDS.—At a special general meeting of the members of the Leeds Branch of the Social Democratic Federation, held at the Royal Sovereign Inn, Viear Lane, on Sunday, Feb 8, the following resolution, was carried nem. con.; “That this Branch of the Social Democratic Federation be declared dissolved, and that henceforward this body be identified as the Leeds Branch of the Socialist League.” On Sunday, Feb. 15, comrades C. Reilly, Finn, Woolley, Malone, Connell and McHale, were elected to form the Committee of the Branch; Kelly, Maguire and Corpwell, treasurer and secretaries. Open-air meetings every Sunday afternoon at Vicar's Croft.
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# The Commonweal/Volume 1/Number 2/The Commonweal

THE COMMONWEAL. March, 1885.
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# The Commonweal/Volume 1/Number 2/The Message of the March Wind

THE MESSAGE OF THE MARCH WIND.
WILLIAM MORRIS.
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# The Commonweal/Volume 1/Number 2/Lecture List for March

LECTURE LIST FOR MARCH.
Canning Town Branch, L. E. L., 144 Barking Road. Sundays ay 7.30. 1, Robert Banner, “Social Revolution.” 8, Frank Kitz, “Rent.” 15, H. Charles, “Society versus State.” 22, C. W. Mowbray, “The Rise and Fall of the Revolutionary Movements of the Present Century.” 29, E. J. Baxter, “How Profit is Made.”
Glasgow.—1, A. K. Donald. 8, J. M. Cherrie. 15, J. Adams. 22, J. Mavor. 29, A. Scheu. At 7 p.m.
Hammersmith.—1, W. Bridges Adams, “Internationalism.” 8, Debate. 15, J. H. Watts. 22, Stewart D. Headlam. 29, H. Bernard Shaw.
Hoxton Branch, L. E. L., Academy Schools, Hoxton Street, Sundays at 8.15. 1, Frank Kitz, “Some Socialistic Experiments.” 8, C. W. Mowbray, “Why the Revolutionary Movements of 1848-9 Failed.” 15, W. J. Clark, “Divine Right.” 22, Joseph Lane, “Poverty, its Cause and Cure.” 29, J. L. Mahon, “The Meaning of the Revolution.”
Manchester.—Sundays at 7, open air meetings at the Viaduct, Chester Road, Hulme.
Manchester Square, W.—“Westmoreland Arms,” George Street. Sundays at 8. 1, Edward Aveling, “The Curse of Commercialism.” 8, William Morris, “Work, as it is and as it might be.” 8 p.m.
Merton Abbey Branch—6, Edward Aveling; 13, Wm. Morris. 20, Frank Kitz. 27, H. Charles. 7.30 p.m.
Mile End Branch, L. E. L., 110 White Horse Street, Whitechapel. Sundays at 9. 1, C. W. Mowbray, “Why the Revolutionary Movements of 1848-9 Failed.” 8, S. Mainwaring, “Society.” 15, J. L. Mahon, “The Meaning of the Revolution.” 22, Eleanor Aveling, “The Factory Acts.” 29, William Morris, “Socialism.”
Notting Hill, Magdala Castle, Blechynden Street.—1, J. C. Mahon. 8, R. Banner. 15, Edward Aveling. 22, H. Charles.
Scottish Land and Labour League.—Edinburgh City Branch, Picardy Hall, 20 Picardy Place.—6, J. Glasier, “The Prophecy of Socialism;” 13, R. Aitken, “A Plea for Laisser faire;” 20, A. Schen, “Capitalism and the Law of Population;” 27, A. J. Anderson, “Feudalism.” Notice.—Intending members please hand names to Secretary. Executive meetings after lectures. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays the hall us open as a reading-room. The Treasurer will attend on lecture nights. The Commonweal and other literature of the Socialist League on sale.
Southwark.—Cavender's Coffee Tavern, 60 Blackman Street, Borough. Sundays at 7.45. 1, H. Charles “State Socialism, Socialism and Anarchism.” 8, Eleanor Aveling, “The Factory Acts.” 15, Frank Kits, “Some Socialistic Experiments.” 22, W. J. Clark, “The Housing of the Wage-Earning Class.” 29, Joseph Lane, “The National Loaf; Who Earns it and Who Eats it.”
Tower Hamlets Radical Club—Sunday 29, 11.30, Edward Aveling.
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# The Easter Gift/Contents

LIST OF THE PLATES. :
| SUBJECTS. | PAINTERS. | ENGRAVERS. | Page |
| Vignette Title | Sir T. Lawrence | W. Humphreys | |
| Christ blessing the Bread | Carlo Dolci | W. Ensom | 10 |
| The Flight into Egypt | Claude | W. R. Smith | 12 |
| The Madonna and Child | Murillo | R. Graves | 14 |
| Hagar and Ishmael | F. Baroccio | E. Smith | 17 |
| St. John in the Wilderness | Carlo Cignani | W. Ensom | 20 |
| The Nativity | Sir J. Reynolds | A. W. Warren | 22 |
| Judas and the Thirty Pieces | Rembrandt | W. Raddon | 25 |
| A Magdalen | Carlo Dolci | S. Sangster | 27 |
| Infant Christ with Flowers | Carlo Dolci | S. Sangster | 34 |
| Nathan and David | B. West | S. Sangster | 35 |
| The Incredulity of St. Thomas | L. Caracci | W. Raddon | 37 |
| Infant St. John the Baptist | Murillo | S. Davenport | 41 |
| Christ blessing Children | Benj. West | J. W. Cook | 45 |
# The Easter Gift/Nathan and David

* NATHAN AND DAVID.
* PAINTED BY B. WEST F. R. A.ENGRAVED BY S. SANGSTER.
* FISHER, SON & CO. LONDON, 1834
NATHAN AND DAVID.
"And David said unto Nathan, I have sinned against The Lord. And Nathan said unto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin; thou shall not die."2 Samuel xii. 13.
"Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord."Acts iii. 19.
The monarch knelt, and, in the dust,
 Confessed his sin and shame;
And God forgave the guilty one,
 Who called upon his name.
He won by tears, he won by prayers,  A pardon from on high;
Though scarce he dared to raise to heaven  His dim and pleading eye.
Oh, write the lesson on our heart,  And teach us that our tears
Can wash away each guilty stain  That on life's page appears.
God grant that never we may bow  So low to guilt's control,
As did that king who had the weight
 Of blood upon his soul.
But seeds of sorrow and of crime  Are sown each heart within;
And who can look upon his soul,  And say he knows not sin?
We are as nothing in ourselves,  And only in thy name
May we approach thy heavenly throne,  And urge our sorrow's claim.
Then teach us, Lord, to weep and pray,
 And bend the suppliant knee;
For what but penitence and prayer
 Can hope for grace from thee?
# The Easter Gift/St John in the Wilderness

* Carlo Cignano pinx.W. Ensom sculp.
* ST. JOHN IN THE WILDERNESS.
* FISHER, SON & CO. LONDON, 1834
ST. JOHN IN THE WILDERNESS.
"And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins, and his meal was locusts and wild honey." Matthew iii. 4.
Afar, he took a gloomy cave,
 For his accustomed dwelling-place,
As dark, as silent as the grave,
 As unfamiliar with man's face;
The stern and knotted trees grew round,
 Blasted, and desolate, and grey,
And 'mid their sullen depth was found
 A home for birds and beasts of prey.
Morning broke joyless, for the land  Knew no green grass, nor fragrant flower, The barren rock, the burning sand,  Blessed not the sunshine, nor the shower.
Yet there the prophet dwelt alone,
 Far from the city and the plain;
For him in vain their glory shone,
 For him their beauty spread in vain.
He left his youth and life behind;  Each idol of the human heart,
Pleasures and vanities resigned,  Content to choose the better part.
Methinks, when hope is cold or weak,
 And prayers seem but unwelcome tasks,
And worldly thoughts and feelings seek
 To fill the hours religion asks;
If when the light of faith is dim,
 The spirit would but ponder thus—
How much there was required of him,
 How little is required of us!
All-Merciful, did we declare,  The glories which to Thee belong, All life would pass in thankful prayer,
 All breath in one triumphant song.
# The Easter Gift/The Flight into Egypt

* Claude pinx.W. R. Smith sculp.
* THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT.
* FISHER, SON & CO. LONDON, 1834
THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT.
"And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him. "When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt. "And was there until the death of Herod : that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son."Matthew ii. 13—15.
A glorious landscape—clear as faith the sky,
Hath only sunshine, and the few bright clouds
Are turned to golden shadows. Stately trees
Do mock the last year's memory,—so green,
So full of life and summer are their leaves,
That fading seems impossible. The stream
Winds peacefully between its pastoral banks,
Where surely care comes not, and scarcely toil; An earth so fertile, that the sun and air Are the sole labourers. Yet how wearily Those travellers are resting in the shade. Man's doom is paramount—and even ye, Thrice blessed and thrice glorious, ye now share The common lot of all humanity.
But see, with sunshine radiant on his wings,
An angel sent from heaven is ministering;
And with their fears allay'd—their wants supplied,
Lo, they arise refreshed.
Is not this scene the type of sacred faith?
How often on life's rough and weary path
Do we sink fainting, with one only prayer,
"Now help us, or we perish," on our lips.
And never was this uttered earnestly,
But that it has been answered: though no more
His shining messengers walk visible
On this unworthy earth; yet to our call
Doth the Almighty still vouchsafe reply, And holy hopes arise within the heart; We feel that we are heard in heaven, and love Kindles within us like a steadfast thought, Which knows its own belief; and, comforted, We go upon our way rejoicing.
# The Easter Gift/The Infant Christ with Flowers

* Carlo Dolci pinx.S. Sangster sculp.
* INFANT CHRIST WITH FLOWERS.
* FISHER, SON & CO. LONDON, 1834
THE INFANT CHRIST WITH FLOWERS.
"For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away. "But the word of the Lord endureth forever."1 Peter I. 24, 25.
Sweet Lord, as in those infant hands  Are heaped up early flowers,
Gathered with toil, and wreathed with care,
 The wealth of summer hours.
So gather thou, amid our thoughts,  The purest and the best;
The few that, in our busy world,
 Are heavenward addrest.
So forming in the human soul  Thine own immortal wreath,
Of sacred hopes, nurst in thy faith,
 To blossom after death.
# The Easter Gift/Christ Crowned with Thorns

CHRIST CROWNED WITH THORNS.
"BEHOLD THE MAN."
"A man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief."
Too little do we think of thee,  Our too indulgent Lord:
We ask not what thy will may be,
 We dwell not on thy word.
Thou, who in human shape wast born,  And shared in human woe;
Thou, who didst wear the crown of thorn,
 Which all must wear below;
Thou, who the sinner's fate didst share,  Yet from the grave arise—
Alas! unworthy that we are
 Of such a sacrifice.
Thy love should fill our hearts, like dew
 That fills the flowers by night;
Who, in that gentle rain renew
 The waste of morning's light.
Thus doth life's hurry and its glare  Dry up within our heart
The holier thoughts that are thy share,
 The spirit's better part.
And yet we turn not to thy love,  We seek not to recall
The hopes that lift our souls above
 Their low and earthly thrall.
On pleasures or on wealth intent,  Careless we hurry on,
And vainly precious hours are spent
 Before we think them gone.
Their joy and sorrow, sin and strife,  Close round us like a bond,
Which so enslaves to present life,
 We never look beyond.
O Lord, if every thought were thine,  How little would they be
Acceptable before thy shrine,
 Unworthy heaven and thee.
Yet thou hast said, thou wilt accept
 Prayers offered in thy name; That never tears in vain were wept,
 If from the heart they came.
Then strike our rocky souls, O Lord,  Amid life's desert place;
Yet may their hardened depths afford  The waters of thy grace.
Low in the dust we kneel and pray,  Oh! sanctify our tears:
Till they wash every stain away  From past and guilty years.
# The Easter Gift/Hagar and Ishmael

* F. Baroccio pinx.E. Smith sculp.
* HAGAR AND ISHMAEL.
* FISHER, SON & CO. LONDON, 1834
HAGAR AND ISHMAEL.
"And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and took bread, and a bottle of water, and gave it unto Hagar, (putting it on her shoulder,) and the child, and sent her away: and she departed, and wandered in the wilderness of Beer-sheba. "And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs. "And she went, and sat her down over against him, a good way off, as it were a bow-shot: for she said, Let me not see the death of the child. And she sat over against him, and lift up her voice, and wept. "And God heard the voice of the lad: and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is. "Arise, lift up the lad, and hold him in thine hand: for I will make him a great nation. "And God opened her eyes, and she saw a well of water: and she went, and filled the bottle with water, and gave the lad drink." Genesis xxi. 14—19.
They sank amid the wilderness,
The weary and forsaken;
She gave the boy one faint caress,
And prayed he might not waken.
But death, not sleep, was on those eyes,
Beneath the heat declining:
O'er glittering sands and cloudless skies
The noontide sun was shining.
Far, far away the desert spread;
Ah! love is fain to cherish
The vainest hopes, but now she said,
"Let me not see him perish."
Then spoke the Lord, and at his word
Sprang forth a little fountain,
Pure, cold as those whose crystal hoard
Is in some pine-clad mountain;
And herb and shrub upon the brink
Put forth their leaf and blossom;
The pelican came down to drink
From out its silvery bosom.
O blessed God, thus doth thy power,
When, worn and broken-hearted,
We sink beneath some evil hour,
And deem all hope departed—
Then doth the fountain of thy grace
Rise up within the spirit,
And we are strengthened for that race
Whose prize we shall inherit.
When least we hope, our prayer is heard,
The judgment is averted,
And comes the comfort of thy word,
When most we seem deserted.