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. Iv. The Dead 12/31/2002
7. The Dead: Iv 1/1/2004
8. Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire 12/31/2002
9. The Jolly Company 1/3/2003
10. Iii. The Dead 12/31/2002
11. The One Before The Last 1/3/2003
12. The Charm 1/3/2003
13. In Examination 12/31/2002
14. Jolly Company, The 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. Song. 1/1/2004
23. The Dead 1/13/2003
24. Sonnet Reversed 1/3/2003
25. The Song Of The Beasts 1/3/2003
26. The Goddess In The Wood 1/3/2003
27. Wayfarers, The 12/31/2002
28. Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia 12/31/2002
29. Song Of The Pilgrims, The 12/31/2002
30. Kindliness 12/31/2002
31. I. Peace 12/31/2002
32. The Chilterns 1/3/2003
33. Town And Country 12/31/2002
34. Libido 12/31/2002
35. The Vision Of The Archangels 1/3/2003
36. The Busy Heart 1/3/2003
37. The Voice 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet 1/3/2003
39. The Fish 1/3/2003
40. Victory 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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Beginning, The

Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
And seek you again through the world's far ends,
You whom I found so fair
(Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!),
My only god in the days that were.
My eager feet shall find you again,
Though the sullen years and the mark of pain
Have changed you wholly; for I shall know
(How could I forget having loved you so?),

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