81 Quotes by 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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

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

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