Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

1. The Song Of The Pilgrims 1/3/2003
2. Ii. Safety 12/31/2002
3. Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research ) 12/31/2002
4. Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire 1/3/2003
5. Mummia 12/31/2002
6. Jolly Company, The 12/31/2002
7. Iv. The Dead 12/31/2002
8. The Dead: Iv 1/1/2004
9. Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire 12/31/2002
10. Iii. The Dead 12/31/2002
11. The Charm 1/3/2003
12. In Examination 12/31/2002
13. The Beginning 1/3/2003
14. Voice, The 12/31/2002
15. Wagner 12/31/2002
16. The Jolly Company 1/3/2003
17. On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess 12/31/2002
18. The One Before The Last 1/3/2003
19. Vision Of The Archangels, The 12/31/2002
20. Treasure, The 12/31/2002
21. The Dead 1/13/2003
22. Sonnet Reversed 1/3/2003
23. The Song Of The Beasts 1/3/2003
24. The Goddess In The Wood 1/3/2003
25. Wayfarers, The 12/31/2002
26. Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia 12/31/2002
27. I. Peace 12/31/2002
28. Song. 1/1/2004
29. Libido 12/31/2002
30. The Vision Of The Archangels 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet 1/3/2003
32. One Before The Last, The 12/31/2002
33. Mutability 12/31/2002
34. The Fish 1/3/2003
35. Victory 12/31/2002
36. Flight 12/31/2002
37. Song Of The Pilgrims, The 12/31/2002
38. The Hill 1/3/2003
39. Kindliness 12/31/2002
40. Town And Country 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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