Rupert Brooke Quotes

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

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

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

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

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

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

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.

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

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

All the little emptiness of love!

I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

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.

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

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

Youth is stranger than fiction.

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.

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.

Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

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

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

.. . . would I were In Grantchester, in Grantchester!

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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!

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

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

There's little comfort in the wise

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.

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 forever England.

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

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

...in that rich earth a richer dust concealed.(I'm flogging a dead horse w/ this one but this is the 1st time I've even seen this quotes feature! I just wanted to post something.)

My night shall be remembered for a starThat outshone all the suns of all men's days

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