rupert brooke

• şu meşhur emperyal savaş güzellemesinin yazarıdır:
  
  ıf ı should die, think only this of me:
  that there's some corner of a foreign field
  that is for ever england. there shall be
  ın 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,
  ın hearts at peace, under an english heaven.