Rupert Brooke
Full Name: Rupert Chawner Brooke
Birthdate: August 3, 1887
Birthplace: Rugby, Warwickshire, England, United Kingdom
Date of Death: April 23, 1915
Occupation: Poet
Profile: Best known for
1914 and Other Poems.
Website: http://www.rupertbrooke.com/
Number of Quotes: 37
A book may be compared to your neighbour: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given.
The Soldier
All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray.
And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
Peace
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
The Dead
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
The Hill
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime!
Heaven
Canada is a live country—live, but not, like the States, kicking.
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security.
Safety
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond?
Heaven
He leaves a white Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, A width, a shining peace, under the night.
The Dead
Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage.
The Dead
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise.
I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England.
I have been so great a lover:
filled my days
So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise.
The Soldier
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed.
The Soldier
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room.
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester
Love is a flame;—we have beaconed the world's night. A city:—and we have built it, these and I.
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends.
1914 and Other Poems
My night shall be remembered for a star That outshone all the suns of all men's days.
The Great Lover
Now, God be thanked Who
has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping.
Peace
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you.
Sonnet
Safe shall be my going,
Secretly armed against all death's endeavour.
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester
Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments.
That night, how could I sleep? I lay and watched the lonely gloom.
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The Dead
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.
Safety
Last on Earth
