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
war sleep eye
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.
fun war tragedy
It's all a terrible tragedy. And yet, in it's details, it's great fun. And - apart from the tragedy - I've never felt happier or better in my life than in those days in Belgium.
war fall men
War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, Secretly armed against all death's endeavour; Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall; And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.
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.