Rupert Brooke famous quotes

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Love #Relationship #Funny Valentines Day

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Summer #Nature #Laughter

There are three good things in this world. One is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Writing #Three #World

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Army #Thinking #England

A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Funny #Book #Reading

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Cat #Night #Cities

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Good Friend #Good Friendship #Conversation

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Beautiful #Teenage

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Fun #War #Tragedy

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Love #Dresses #Chance

Just now the lilac is in bloom All before my little room.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Spring #Rooms #Littles

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Kissing #Males #Trouble

They say that the Dead die not, but remain Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth. I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these, In wise majestic melancholy train, And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas, And men, coming and going on the earth.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Wise #Grief #Moon

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Eye #Water #Doubt

Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond?
-- Rupert Brooke

#Heaven #Ponds #Immortality

I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and silent content, And all dear names men use, to cheat despair, For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Life #Pain #Heart

Yet, behind the night, Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar, Some white tremendous daybreak.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Night #White #Waiting

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Smile #People #Urban

Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Wisdom #Needs #Calm

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#War #Fall #Men

Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Country #Canada #Kicking

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Death #Men #Wind

Mud unto mud!--Death eddies near-- Not here the appointed End, not here! But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime!
-- Rupert Brooke

#Death #Space #Water

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#War #Sleep #Eye

.. . . would I were In Grantchester, in Grantchester!
-- Rupert Brooke

#Nostalgia #Longing

Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow
-- Rupert Brooke

#Night #Blue #Clouds

But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Death #Agony #Enemy

Oh! death will find me, long before I tire Of watching for you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land!
-- Rupert Brooke

#Death #Loneliness #Swings

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; 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, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Flower #Book #Home

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Laughter #Autumn #Wind

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Wise #Eye #Thinking

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Broken Heart #Girl #Wise

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Broken Heart #Heart #Broken

In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Life #Dark #Night

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Lonely #Military #Blow

All the little emptiness of love!
-- Rupert Brooke

#Love #Littles #Emptiness

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Sweet #Wine #Son

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Rivers #Space #Water

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Death #Long #Tire

And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Flower #Thinking #Bed

I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Heart #Needs #Busy

I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Morning #Rain #Sunday

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Wisdom #Wiser

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
-- Rupert Brooke

#Land #Heaven #Wish

There's little comfort in the wise
-- Rupert Brooke

#Wise #Comfort #Littles

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
-- Rupert Brooke

#Death #Laughing #Proud

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.
-- Rupert Brooke

#Eye #Dark #Water

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
-- Rupert Brooke

#Tea #Church #Honey