Rupert Brooke (1887–1915)

B

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!

D

Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest

F

Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June

I

If I should die, think only this of me

J

Just now the lilac is in bloom

M

Mamua, when our laughter ends

N

Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour

T

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares