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

— Rupert Brooke

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

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Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress;

and love has changed to kindliness.

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

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

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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.

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Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

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

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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.

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All the little emptiness of love!

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

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

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Youth is stranger than fiction.

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About Rupert Brooke

Quotes 56 sayings
Nationality English
Profession Poet
Birthday October 16

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

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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.

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

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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.

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

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

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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.

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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

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

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

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

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

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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!

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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.

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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.

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There's little comfort in the wise

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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 sayWhat 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 somewhere, beyond Space and Time,Is wetter water, slimier slime!And there (they trust) there swimmeth OneWho swam ere rivers were begun,Immense, of fishy form and mind,Squamous, omnipotent, and kind.

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I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

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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, GoodShall come of Water and of Mud;And, sure, the reverent eye must seeA Purpose in Liquidity.

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

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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.These laid the world away; poured out the redSweet wine of youth; gave up the years to beOf 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.

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

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

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I shall desire and I shall findThe best of my desires;

The autumn road, the mellow windThat soothes the darkening shires.And laughter, and inn-fires.

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