Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

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

Comments about Rupert Brooke

  • Ian Fraser (10/19/2009 2:47:00 PM)

    Rupert Brooke's poetry gained an undeserved reputation after WWI for jingoism and a simplistic view of war. However, reading this and other poems it is clear that Brooke never glorified war as Tennyson had for, example, in the celebrated Charge of the Light Brigade, merely the heroism of those who fought in it. This poem is a simple elegy of loss and, notwithstanding the more famous, The Soldier, perhaps the best he wrote.

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  • Paul Henry Dallaire Paul Henry Dallaire (10/19/2009 9:24:00 AM)

    1914 the dead
    A great poem & an astounding memorian for the dead soldiers.

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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Call, The

Out of the nothingness of sleep,
The slow dreams of Eternity,
There was a thunder on the deep:
I came, because you called to me.

I broke the Night's primeval bars,
I dared the old abysmal curse,
And flashed through ranks of frightened stars
Suddenly on the universe!

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