Rupert Brooke
Rupert Brooke
Rupert Chawner Brookewas an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World War, especially "The Soldier". He was also known for his boyish good looks, which were said to have prompted the Irish poet W. B. Yeats to describe him as "the handsomest young man in England"...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 August 1887
england eternal evil gives less pulse shed somewhere thoughts
And think, this heart, all evil shed away, / A pulse in the eternal mind, no less / Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given.
fish stream
Fish say, they have their stream and pond;But is there anything beyond?
behind space
Somewhere, behind space and time, Is wetter water, slimier slime
england hearts men splendid
For England's the one land, I know, / Where men with Splendid Hearts may go; / And Cambridgeshire, of all England, / The shire for Men who Understand.
admiration love
We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.
cried suddenly turned
And then you suddenly cried and turned away.
dreams england english eternal gives happy hearts learnt pulse sights somewhere thoughts
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 friends; and gentleness, in hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
caught god matched
Now, God be thanked who has matched us with His hour, / And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping.
kissed laughed lovely
Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
feeling laugh love shoot worship
They love the Good; they worship Truth; / They laugh uproariously in youth; / (And when they get to feeling old, / They up and shoot themselves, I'm told).
corner dust earth england field foreign rich richer shall
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.
blinded english-poet eyes longer
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
nostalgia longing
.. . . would I were In Grantchester, in Grantchester!
life dark night
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.