Rupert Brooke

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

— Rupert Brooke

"And when we die, Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said.

— Rupert Brooke

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

— Rupert Brooke

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

— Rupert Brooke

If I should die think only this of me:That is for ever England.

— Rupert Brooke