Rupert Brooke Quotes

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.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out all the years.

Just now the lilac is in bloom
All before my little room.

A book may be compared to your neighbour: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early

My night shall be remembered for a star
That outshone all the suns of all men's days

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.

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

All the little emptiness of love!

All the day I held the memory of you, and wove
Its laughter with the dancing light o' the spray,
And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love ...

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

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

Yet, behind the night, Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar, Some white tremendous daybreak.

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

And in my flower-beds,
I think,
Smile the carnation
and the pink.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

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.

The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish

There are three good things in this world. One is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?

Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond?

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

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

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.

Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

There's little comfort in the wise

Down the blue night the unending columns press
In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow

A kiss makes the heart young again a wipes out all the tears.