...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,...ways again ; And we have come into our heritage.' If the fortune of his country had not disturbed his plans, it is more than probable that Rupert Brooke...

...not been in vain but that they have brought an actual gain in the spiritual life of the nation : — They brought us for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love and Fain. Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage ; And Nobleness...

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...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,...our ways again; And we have come into our heritage. IV. THE DEAD These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift...

...serene, That men caU age ; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow ! They brought us, for our dearth,...our ways again ; And we have come into our heritage. IV. THE DEAD These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift...

...will acknowledge, as he does in his sonnet, that They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, Licked so long, and Love, and Pain. Honour has come back,...our ways again ; And we have come into our heritage. Equally consonant with our deepest feelings are some lines written by James Russell Lowell and recited...

...Dead ! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old But dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold, Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid...our ways again ; And we have come into our heritage. We have reaped the fruits of the past, we are struggling through the present ; only those now young...

...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,...our ways again ; And we have come into our heritage. Before that renunciation one can only stand with bowed head, realizing perhaps more clearly than the...

...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...our ways again ; And we have come into our heritage. It would be misleading, perhaps, to leave Brooke's poetry with the echo of this solemn note. No understanding...

...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,...our ways again, And we have come into our heritage. That series of sonnets seems to me to sum up all that is best in our present persuasion. Those who...