Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

1. 1914 V: The Soldier 1/3/2003
2. 1914 I: Peace 1/3/2003
3. 1914 Iv: The Dead 1/3/2003
4. Beauty And Beauty 5/10/2001
5. 1914 Iii: The Dead 1/3/2003
6. And Love Has Changed To Kindliness 12/31/2002
7. A Channel Passage 5/10/2001
8. 1914 Ii: Safety 1/3/2003
9. Call, The 12/31/2002
10. Blue Evening 5/10/2001
11. Busy Heart, The 12/31/2002
12. A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) 5/10/2001
13. Beginning, The 12/31/2002
14. Day That I Have Loved 12/31/2002
15. Dead Men's Love 12/31/2002
16. Day And Night 5/10/2001
17. A Letter To A Live Poet 5/10/2001
18. Clouds 5/10/2001
19. Ante Aram 5/10/2001
20. Charm, The 12/31/2002
21. Heaven 12/31/2002
22. Desertion 12/31/2002
23. Great Lover, The 12/31/2002
24. Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester 12/31/2002
25. Jealousy 12/31/2002
26. The Little Dog's Day 1/13/2003
27. Love 12/31/2002
28. Chilterns, The 12/31/2002
29. Menelaus And Helen 12/31/2002
30. Pine-Trees And The Sky: Evening 1/3/2003
31. Choriambics Ii 1/3/2003
32. The Night Journey 1/3/2003
33. Peace 1/1/2004
34. Failure 12/31/2002
35. Hill, The 12/31/2002
36. He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her 12/31/2002
37. Choriambics I 1/3/2003
38. The Old Vicarage, Grantchester 1/1/2004
39. Dining-Room Tea 1/3/2003
40. Finding 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Rupert Brooke

1914 V: The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of ...

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Sonnet Reversed

Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.

Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon!
Soon they returned, and, after strange adventures,
Settled at Balham by the end of June.
Their money was in Can. Pacs. B. Debentures,
And in Antofagastas. Still he went
Cityward daily; still she did abide

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