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