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“The Hill Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old..." "And when we die All's over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips," said I, —"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!" "We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here. Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said; "We shall go down with unreluctant tread Rose-crowned into the darkness!"... Proud we were, And laughed, that had such brave true things to say. —And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.”

Quote by Rupert Brooke

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The Complete Poems

This volume encompasses a wide array of poems, showcasing the poet's entire body of work, including various styles and themes. more

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Rupert Brooke
Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke was an English poet renowned for his works in the early 20th century. His poetry often captured the essence of the British Empire and the ideals of youth and adventure. His most celebrated poem, 'The Soldier,' was composed during World War I and stands as a poignant symbol of the heroism and sacrifice of the British soldiers. more

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