1914 V: The Soldier
de Rupert Chawner Brooke(2008)
1 min lectură
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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.
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Rupert Chawner Brooke. “1914 V: The Soldier.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/rupert-chawner-brooke/poezie/1914-v-the-soldierIntrebari frecvente
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