Rupert Brooke
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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
fish stream
Fish say, they have their stream and pond;But is there anything beyond?
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.
cried suddenly turned
And then you suddenly cried and turned away.
blinded english-poet eyes longer
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
kissed laughed lovely
Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
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.
love relationship valentines-day
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
summer nature laughter
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
broken-heart heartbreak heartbroken
I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.
army thinking navy
If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
good-friend good-friendship conversation
I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.
land heaven wish
And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
sleep kissing males
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
lonely memorial-day military
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.