Rupert Brooke (1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)
A man of great physical beauty by reputation, Rupert Brooke was born in Rugby, Warwickshire where he attended the local school. He then gained entry into King's College, Cambridge (1905-11) where he became a Fellow in 1912. He travelled extensively and wrote many travel letters for the 'Westminster Gazette', London (1912-13). At the start of the First World War in 1914, he was assigned to the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve. He saw action at Antwerp which inspired the writing of five passionately patriotic sonnets, the last of them being The Soldier. He was at the height of his fame when he died during the war aged twenty-seven. He had been on his way to serve in the Dardanelles when he died ... more »
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- 1914 I: Peace
- 1914 II: Safety
- 1914 III: The Dead
- 1914 IV: The Dead
- 1914 V: The Soldier
- A Channel Passage
- A Letter to a Live Poet
- A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence)
- And love has changed to kindliness
- Ante Aram
- Beauty and Beauty
- Beginning, The
- Blue Evening
- Busy Heart, The
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''He leaves a whiteRupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. 1914 (l. 26-28). . . Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton...
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.''
''But only agony, and that has ending;Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. 1914 (l. 13-14). . . Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton...
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.''
''Down the blue night the unending columns pressRupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Clouds (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxfor...
In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,''
''Mud unto mud!Death eddies nearRupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven (l. 15-18). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford...
Not here the appointed End, not here!
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
Is wetter water, slimier slime!''