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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.

Rupert Brooke

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Rupert Brooke
Age: 28 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 1
Died: 1915
Died: January 1
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Warwickshire
Rupert Chawner Brooke
Rupert Chaucer Brooke
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Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond But is there anything Beyond?
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These laid the world away poured out the red Sweet wine of youth gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
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Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress and love has changed to kindliness.
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Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping.
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Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
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War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, Secretly armed against all death's endeavour Safe though all safety's lost safe where men fall And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.
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I shall desire and I shall find The best of my desires The autumn road, the mellow wind That soothes the darkening shires. And laughter, and inn-fires.
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.. . . would I were In Grantchester, in Grantchester!
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The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.
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A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
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But only agony, and that has ending And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
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In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.
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Just now the lilac is in bloom All before my little room.
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Mud unto mud!--Death eddies near-- Not here the appointed End, not here! But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime!
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I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
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Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.
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Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear. Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond But is there anything Beyond? This life cannot be All, they swear, For how unpleasant, if it were! 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.
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Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
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The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble and the rough male kiss of blankets.
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Oh! death will find me, long before I tire Of watching for you and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land!
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