Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

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