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

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Rupert Brooke
Age: 28 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 1
Died: 1915
Died: January 1
Poet
Rugby
Warwickshire
Rupert Chawner Brooke
Rupert Chaucer Brooke
Canada
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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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The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble and the rough male kiss of blankets.
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But only agony, and that has ending And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
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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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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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.. . . would I were In Grantchester, in Grantchester!
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Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
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Down the blue night the unending columns press In noiseless tumult, break and wave and flow
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And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
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Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond But is there anything Beyond?
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A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
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Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
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Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
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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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If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
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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.
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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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Just now the lilac is in bloom All before my little room.
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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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