Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke
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A man of great physical beauty by reputation, Rupert Brooke was born in Rugby, Warwickshire where he attended the local school. He then gained entry into King's College, Cambridge (1905-11) where he became a Fellow in 1912. He travelled extensively and wrote many travel letters for the 'Westminster Gazette', London (1912-13). At the start of the First World War in 1914, he was assigned to the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve. He saw action at Antwerp which inspired the writing of five passionately patriotic sonnets, the last of them being The Soldier. He was at the height of his fame when he died during the war aged twenty-seven. He had been on his way to serve in the Dardanelles when he died ... more »

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  • John Piazza, III JD, MBA(7/17/2018 10:59:00 PM)

    America has a depth that many English do not see. Rupert Brooke has spoken of my country, and, of his.

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  • chelsea(6/25/2018 12:13:00 PM)

    how many poems did he write then

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  • Elaine Bell(3/18/2018 11:19:00 AM)

    Please can anyone tell me the name of the poem with the line there stands the clock at 10 to 3

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  • Alex Alexander(1/23/2018 2:01:00 PM)

    Rupert Brooke has just provided me with some appropriate words on the death of my 101 year old aunt who lived near Grantchester.
    Oh yet
    Stands the church clock at ten to three?
    And is there honey still for tea?

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  • David(1/18/2018 6:45:00 AM)

    Rupert Brooke, Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, W N Ewer, and many others. The Great War was not something easy to understand. Using phrases like Dulce et....., say a lot about a persons' view of the world. Its why service personnel sometimes get the nickname, Rupert?

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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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