Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

81. Heaven 12/31/2002
82. He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her 12/31/2002
83. Hauntings 12/31/2002
84. Great Lover, The 12/31/2002
85. Goddess In The Wood, The 12/31/2002
86. Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody 12/31/2002
87. Flight 12/31/2002
88. Fish, The 12/31/2002
89. Finding 12/31/2002
90. Failure 12/31/2002
91. Dust 12/31/2002
92. Doubts 12/31/2002
93. Dining-Room Tea 1/3/2003
94. Desertion 12/31/2002
95. Dead Men's Love 12/31/2002
96. Day That I Have Loved 12/31/2002
97. Day And Night 5/10/2001
98. Dawn 5/10/2001
99. Clouds 5/10/2001
100. Choriambics Ii 1/3/2003
101. Choriambics I 1/3/2003
102. Chilterns, The 12/31/2002
103. Charm, The 12/31/2002
104. Call, The 12/31/2002
105. Busy Heart, The 12/31/2002
106. Blue Evening 5/10/2001
107. Beginning, The 12/31/2002
108. Beauty And Beauty 5/10/2001
109. Ante Aram 5/10/2001
110. And Love Has Changed To Kindliness 12/31/2002
111. A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) 5/10/2001
112. A Letter To A Live Poet 5/10/2001
113. A Channel Passage 5/10/2001
114. 1914 V: The Soldier 1/3/2003
115. 1914 Iv: The Dead 1/3/2003
116. 1914 Iii: The Dead 1/3/2003
117. 1914 Ii: Safety 1/3/2003
118. 1914 I: Peace 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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Safety

Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security,
Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,
And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'
We have found safety with all things undying,
The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,
The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,
And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.

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