Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

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

When colour goes home into the eyes,
And lights that shine are shut again
With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries
Behind the gateways of the brain;
And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close
The rainbow and the rose:—

Still may Time hold some golden space
Where I’ll unpack that scented store

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