Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

41. One Before The Last, The 12/31/2002
42. Mutability 12/31/2002
43. The Fish 1/3/2003
44. Victory 12/31/2002
45. Flight 12/31/2002
46. Waikiki 12/31/2002
47. Mary And Gabriel 12/31/2002
48. Night Journey, The 12/31/2002
49. Life Beyond, The 12/31/2002
50. The Call 1/3/2003
51. One Day 12/31/2002
52. Hauntings 12/31/2002
53. Unfortunate 12/31/2002
54. Goddess In The Wood, The 12/31/2002
55. Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour 1/13/2003
56. The Way That Lovers Use 1/3/2003
57. The Wayfarers 1/3/2003
58. Second Best 12/31/2002
59. Retrospect 12/31/2002
60. Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body 12/31/2002
61. Way That Lovers Use, The 12/31/2002
62. The Great Lover 1/3/2003
63. Tiare Tahiti 12/31/2002
64. The Night Journey 1/3/2003
65. Paralysis 12/31/2002
66. Home 12/31/2002
67. Sleeping Out: Full Moon 1/3/2003
68. Doubts 12/31/2002
69. Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody 12/31/2002
70. Fish, The 12/31/2002
71. There's Wisdom In Women 12/31/2002
72. Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire 1/13/2003
73. Sonnet: I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True 12/31/2002
74. Success 12/31/2002
75. Dawn 5/10/2001
76. Finding 12/31/2002
77. Failure 12/31/2002
78. Dust 12/31/2002
79. Menelaus And Helen 12/31/2002
80. Choriambics I 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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