Classic and Contemporary Poetry
1914: 3. THE DEAD, by RUPERT BROOKE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Blow out, you bugles, over the rich dead! Last Line: And we have come into our heritage. Variant Title(s): Gifts Of The Dead Subject(s): Freedom; Soldiers; Soldiers' Writings; World War I - Casualties; Liberty | ||||||||
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE THE WILD SWAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE QUARTET IN F MAJOR by WILLIAM MEREDITH CROSS THAT LINE by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE EMANCIPATION by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE |
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