08/31/2026
Such a sad end.
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“He was all that one would wish England’s noblest sons to be”.
Sub-Lieutenant Rupert Chawner Brooke
Rupert was born in Rugby, Warwickshire.
He had brilliant academic success and was an acclaimed poet.
He moved easily through the highest echelons of British cultural life and gained the admiration of many literary titans.
Following a severe emotional and mental breakdown in 1912–1913, he spent a year travelling across North America and the South Seas.
He spent happy months in Tahiti, writing some of his finest pre-war poetry, before returning to England just before the outbreak of the war.
He enlisted immediately war was declared.
Serving with the Royal Navy’s Hood Battalion he saw action in the defence of Antwerp in October 1914.
He was bitten by a mosquito while en route to Gallipoli in 1915. The bite became infected and he died of blood poisoning on 23rd April.
Probably his most famous poem was The Soldier, written in 1914.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke was 27 years old.
He lies in an isolated grave in a “corner of a foreign field” on the Greek Island of Skyros.