Rupert Brooke Quotes
Rupert Brooke presents grand, simple reflections on nature and mortality, a soothing read for lovers of quiet poetry.
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And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.
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If I should die think only this of me
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One may not doubt that, somehow Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And sure, the reverent eye must see A purpose in Liquidity.
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But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
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Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
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These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
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Youth is stranger than fiction.
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Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
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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.
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I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
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I shall desire and I shall find The best of my desires; The autumn road, the mellow wind That soothes the darkening shires. And laughter, and inn-fires.
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Spend in pure converse our eternal day; Think each in each, immediately wise; Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say What this tumultuous body now denies; And feel, who have laid our groping hands away; And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
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But the best I've known Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and dies.
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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.