Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

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

Out of the nothingness of sleep,
The slow dreams of Eternity,
There was a thunder on the deep:
I came, because you called to me.

I broke the Night's primeval bars,
I dared the old abysmal curse,
And flashed through ranks of frightened stars
Suddenly on the universe!

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