Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

41. I. Peace 12/31/2002
42. Ii. Safety 12/31/2002
43. Iii. The Dead 12/31/2002
44. In Examination 12/31/2002
45. Iv. The Dead 12/31/2002
46. Jealousy 12/31/2002
47. Jolly Company, The 12/31/2002
48. Kindliness 12/31/2002
49. Libido 12/31/2002
50. Life Beyond, The 12/31/2002
51. Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia 12/31/2002
52. Love 12/31/2002
53. Mary And Gabriel 12/31/2002
54. Menelaus And Helen 12/31/2002
55. Mummia 12/31/2002
56. Mutability 12/31/2002
57. Night Journey, The 12/31/2002
58. Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour 1/13/2003
59. Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire 1/13/2003
60. Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester 12/31/2002
61. On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess 12/31/2002
62. One Before The Last, The 12/31/2002
63. One Day 12/31/2002
64. Paralysis 12/31/2002
65. Peace 1/1/2004
66. Pine-Trees And The Sky: Evening 1/3/2003
67. Retrospect 12/31/2002
68. Safety 1/1/2004
69. Seaside 12/31/2002
70. Second Best 12/31/2002
71. Sleeping Out: Full Moon 1/3/2003
72. Song Of The Pilgrims, The 12/31/2002
73. Song. 1/1/2004
74. Sonnet 1/3/2003
75. Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research ) 12/31/2002
76. Sonnet Reversed 1/3/2003
77. Sonnet: I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True 12/31/2002
78. Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire 12/31/2002
79. Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire 1/3/2003
80. Success 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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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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