Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea? – Rupert Brooke
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. – Rupert Brooke
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Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea? – Rupert Brooke
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. – Rupert Brooke
I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have. – Rupert Brooke