III. The Dead
Rupert Brooke * Track #1 On 1914
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III. The Dead by Rupert Brooke
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This poem, published in Brooke’s third collection of war sonnets, is dedicated to those who sacrificed their lives in the Great War. Brooke chose the sonnet form because of its suitability for solemn religious or philosophical subjects.
Unlike his contemporaries, Wilfred Owen and Siegried Sassoon,...
III. The Dead Annotated
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
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.
Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain.
Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.