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whitesubway: Rupert Brooke spends a rare Saturday afternoon at home: Is there honey still for tea? And is the football on TV? No, Rupes, no, not in this life.

welfordwrites: Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night. Rupert Brooke

RogerWood2925: Roger Wood's Biblioblog: Rupert Brooke, His Life and Legend - John Lehmann

RogerWood2925: Roger Wood's Biblioblog: Rupert Brooke, His Life and Legend - John Lehmann

colbourne_paul: Looking forward to seeing this on Friday in Rugby, the home town of Rupert Brooke.

nigelwUK: Is it late for this sort of thing? Romantic poets are pestering me to remember their sounding cataracts & foreign fields tonight. Why the hell does Rupert Brooke expect an English Heaven? Why did we not discuss it at O level? Did he think there's a different gate for foreigners?

HWarlow: Keep warm lovely sheep it’s going to be a cold night. Jemima Jameson artist making me chilly at the sight of these ladies....Is there honey still for tea. Yes I’m having some on my toast. (Apologies to Rupert Brooke 1912 The Old Vicarage, Grantchester)

_Planet___: A body of England's breathing English air, Washed by rivers, blest by suns of home. Rupert Brooke

RogerWood2925: Roger Wood's Biblioblog: Rupert Brooke, His Life and Legend - John Lehmann

sgreen134: Well that was an emotional day. Two special Remembrance Day shows. I don’t think I’ve ever made so many people cry - in a good way I think. Special thanks to Rupert Brooke, John McCrae and Eric Bogle for penning such emotive words.

TheHudsonReview: … Proud we were, And laughed, that had such brave true things to say. —And then you suddenly cried, and turned away. —Rupert Brooke, "The Hill"

war_poets: 11 November 1914 Rupert Brooke writes to a friend “It hurts me, this war. Because I was fond of Germany. There are such good things in her, and I’d always hoped she’d get away from Prussia and the oligarchy in time.'

britishcounties: "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; Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended." Rupert Brooke The Dead

FlowerJane1: 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 forever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom…

RogerWood2925: Roger Wood's Biblioblog: Rupert Brooke, His Life and Legend - John Lehmann

Clearwatch: 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 Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915)

CakeNDeath: Oak Ridge, Florida. "Some corner of a foreign field that is forever England" (Rupert Brooke).

Robinst06252105: And think, this heart, all evil shed away A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given Her sights & sounds dreams happy as her day & laughter, learnt of friends and gentleness In hearts at peace, under an English heaven - Rupert Brooke

RantyMcRantface: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke: Read by Sophie Okonedo | Remembering World War One

akanehri3: A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. -Rupert Brooke JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo

akanehri4: A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. -Rupert Brooke JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo

akanehri6: A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. -Rupert Brooke JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo

akanehri8: A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. -Rupert Brooke JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo

akanehri2: A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. -Rupert Brooke JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo JoRitz MMKFiveDaysToGo

TubunMuzuru: "...These had seen movement, and heard music; known Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended." -Rupert Brooke -image: Meuse-Argonne American Cemetery

jodyleach76: For all those that died for our freedoms - the men, women, service animals ❤️ “If I should die, think only this of me: that there’s some corner of a foreign field that is forever England.” THE SOLDIER - RUPERT BROOKE

hartleywintney: And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. The Soldier by Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915) 3/3

charlieconnelly: For the day that’s in it: the dedication in my first edition copy of Rupert Brooke’s ‘1914 And Other Poems’.

ATFitnessYeovil: Here’s a poem called The Soldier, written by Rupert Brooke, he wrote this at the beginning of the First World War, in 1914, and he died a year after writing it. If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England. There...

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