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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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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