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Read a brief biography about the life of Rupert Brooke. Discover how the WW1 soldier explored his passion for poetry before his tragic death.
The Soldier. By Rupert Brooke. 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 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,
The Dead. By Rupert Brooke. These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs, And sunset, and the colours of the earth. These had seen movement, and heard music; known. Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
