Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

81. The Beginning 1/3/2003
82. The Busy Heart 1/3/2003
83. The Call 1/3/2003
84. The Charm 1/3/2003
85. The Chilterns 1/3/2003
86. The Dead 1/13/2003
87. The Dead: Iv 1/1/2004
88. The Fish 1/3/2003
89. The Funeral Of Youth: Threnody 1/3/2003
90. The Goddess In The Wood 1/3/2003
91. The Great Lover 1/3/2003
92. The Hill 1/3/2003
93. The Jolly Company 1/3/2003
94. The Life Beyond 1/3/2003
95. The Little Dog's Day 1/13/2003
96. The Night Journey 1/3/2003
97. The Old Vicarage, Grantchester 1/1/2004
98. The One Before The Last 1/3/2003
99. The Song Of The Beasts 1/3/2003
100. The Song Of The Pilgrims 1/3/2003
101. The Treasure 1/3/2003
102. The Vision Of The Archangels 1/3/2003
103. The Voice 1/3/2003
104. The Way That Lovers Use 1/3/2003
105. The Wayfarers 1/3/2003
106. There's Wisdom In Women 12/31/2002
107. Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body 12/31/2002
108. Tiare Tahiti 12/31/2002
109. Town And Country 12/31/2002
110. Treasure, The 12/31/2002
111. Unfortunate 12/31/2002
112. Victory 12/31/2002
113. Vision Of The Archangels, The 12/31/2002
114. Voice, The 12/31/2002
115. Wagner 12/31/2002
116. Waikiki 12/31/2002
117. Way That Lovers Use, The 12/31/2002
118. Wayfarers, The 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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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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