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 Copy Share Image
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,… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
One may not doubt that, somehow Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And sure, the reverent eye must see A purpose in… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death. — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
“Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, because you called to… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
“That night, how could I sleep? I lay and watched the lonely gloom; And watched the moonlight creep From wall to basin, round the… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend! — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
“Failure Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the Iron Gate, Rise… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
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;… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
