Rupert Brooke Quotes:- Rupert Brooke (3 August 1887 – 23 April 1915) was an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World War, especially “The Soldier”. He was also known for his boyish good looks, which were said to have prompted the Irish poet W. B. Yeats to describe him as “the most handsome young man in England”.
Inspirational Rupert Brooke Quotes
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
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
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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.
Rupert Brooke
Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.
Rupert Brooke
Youth is stranger than fiction.
Rupert Brooke
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 skyline: 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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A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
Rupert Brooke
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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I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
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Famous Rupert Brooke Quotes
I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.
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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.
Rupert Brooke
All the little emptiness of love!
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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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Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke
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
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart’s citadel to fate.
Rupert Brooke
The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.
Rupert Brooke
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
Rupert Brooke
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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There’s little comfort in the wise
Rupert Brooke
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
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