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The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
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Podcast: Classic Poetry Aloud
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Category: Arts > Literature
City: London
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Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Soldier by Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915) 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. This was taken off Classic Poetry Aloud in November, after technical difficulties. Here are the other poems of War Poetry Week: Band of Brother Speech by Shakespeare http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-08T00_05_27-08_00 Ball's Bluff by Melville http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-07T00_09_58-08_00 The Man with the Wooden Leg by Mansfield http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-05T23_57_21-08_00 Fears In Solitude by Coleridge http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-04T23_21_47-08_00


Title: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
Author: Classic Poetry Aloud
Description: Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Soldier by Rupert Brooke (1887 – 1915) 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; ...

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