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Rupert Brooke
9 quotes
“And when we die, All’s over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips," said I —"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!" "We are earth’s best, that learnt her lesson here, Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said.|thumb|”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) first seen 1910 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Hill" (1910)
“And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) first seen 1912 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Old Vicarage, Grantchester" (1912)
“Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) first seen 1912 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Old Vicarage, Grantchester" (1912), concluding lines
“I looked down at the water immediately beneath me, and knew that New York was a real city. All kinds of refuse went floating by: bits of wood, straw from barges, bottles, boxes, paper, occasionally a dead cat or dog, hideously bladder-like, its four paws stiff and indignant towards heaven. This analysis of fairyland turned me towards the statue of Liberty, already passed and growing distant. It is one of those things you have long wanted to see and haven't expected to admire, which, seen, give you a double thrill, that they're at last there, and that they're better than your hopes.”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) said by 1915 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) said by 1915 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land! There, waiting patiently, One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing, See a slow light across the Stygian tide, And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host, Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam— Most individual and bewildering ghost!— And turn, and toss your brown delightful head Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) first seen 1908 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Sonnet" (1908–1910)
“Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear. Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond? This life cannot be All, they swear, For how unpleasant, if it were! 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. We darkly know, by Faith we cry, The future is not Wholly Dry. Mud unto mud!—Death eddies near— Not here the appointed End, not here! But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth One Who swam ere rivers were begun, Immense, of fishy form and mind, Squamous, omnipotent, and kind; And under that Almighty Fin, The littlest fish may enter in. Oh! never fly conceals a hook, Fish say, in the Eternal Brook, But more than mundane weeds are there, And mud, celestially fair; Fat caterpillars drift around, And Paradisal grubs are found; Unfading moths, immortal flies, And the worm that never dies. And in that Heaven of all their wish, There shall be no more land, say fish.”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) first seen 1913 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: Heaven" (1913)
“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. 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.Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain, Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again; And we have come into our heritage.”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) first seen 1914 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Dead" (1914)
“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 conceal’d; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England’s, breathing English air. Wash’d by the rivers, blest by suns of home.And think, this heart, all evil shed away, 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.”
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) first seen 1914 wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
Recorded in: The Soldier" (1914)