Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

81. He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her 12/31/2002
82. Jealousy 12/31/2002
83. Safety 1/1/2004
84. Hill, The 12/31/2002
85. Dining-Room Tea 1/3/2003
86. Pine-Trees And The Sky: Evening 1/3/2003
87. Love 12/31/2002
88. Desertion 12/31/2002
89. Peace 1/1/2004
90. Choriambics Ii 1/3/2003
91. Chilterns, The 12/31/2002
92. Seaside 12/31/2002
93. The Little Dog's Day 1/13/2003
94. Great Lover, The 12/31/2002
95. Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester 12/31/2002
96. The Old Vicarage, Grantchester 1/1/2004
97. Heaven 12/31/2002
98. Day And Night 5/10/2001
99. Charm, The 12/31/2002
100. Clouds 5/10/2001
101. A Letter To A Live Poet 5/10/2001
102. The Treasure 1/3/2003
103. Busy Heart, The 12/31/2002
104. Blue Evening 5/10/2001
105. Ante Aram 5/10/2001
106. Day That I Have Loved 12/31/2002
107. Beginning, The 12/31/2002
108. Dead Men's Love 12/31/2002
109. 1914 Ii: Safety 1/3/2003
110. Call, The 12/31/2002
111. And Love Has Changed To Kindliness 12/31/2002
112. 1914 Iii: The Dead 1/3/2003
113. A Channel Passage 5/10/2001
114. A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) 5/10/2001
115. Beauty And Beauty 5/10/2001
116. 1914 Iv: The Dead 1/3/2003
117. 1914 I: Peace 1/3/2003
118. 1914 V: The Soldier 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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