Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Quotations

  • ''He leaves a white
    Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
    A width, a shining peace, under the night.''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. 1914 (l. 26-28). . . Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton Mifflin Company.
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  • ''But only agony, and that has ending;
    And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. 1914 (l. 13-14). . . Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton Mifflin Company.
  • ''Down the blue night the unending columns press
    In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow,''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Clouds (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Mud unto mud!—Death eddies near—
    Not here the appointed End, not here!
    But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
    Is wetter water, slimier slime!''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven (l. 15-18). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
    Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven (l. 1-2). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.
  • ''But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
    Is wetter water, slimier slime!
    And there (they trust) there swimmeth One
    Who swam ere rivers were begun,
    Immense, of fishy form and mind,
    Squamous, omnipotent, and kind.''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven, 1914 and Other Poems (1915).
  • ''Infinite hungers leap no more
    In the chance swaying of your dress;
    And love has changed to kindliness.''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Kindliness.
  • ''Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Letters from America, ch. 3 (1916).
  • ''Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
    And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
    With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
    To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping.''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. New Numbers, no. 4 (1914). Peace, 1914 and Other Poems (1915).
  • ''Oh! death will find me long before I tire
    Of watching you.''
    Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Sonnet, Collected Poems (1966).

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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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