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Rupert Brooke

“The Dead,” Rupert Brooke

Posted on May 30, 2011 by Victoria Janssen

The Dead I 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 red Sweet … Continue reading →

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Rupert Brooke, "The Soldier"

Posted on February 14, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

The Soldier 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, … Continue reading →

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Rupert Brooke, "Safety"

Posted on February 13, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Safety Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest, And heard our word, ‘Who is so safe as we?’ We have found … Continue reading →

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