Quote by Rupert Brooke, The Dead

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 redSweet wine of youth; gave up the years to beOf 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.


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Summary

This quote, taken from the poem "To the Dead," highlights the sacrifice and contributions of those who have passed away. The bugles are symbolically blown as a sign of respect and remembrance for the fallen. It emphasizes that even though these individuals may have been financially poor or lonely in life, their deaths have left a lasting impact that is more valuable than material wealth. The poem suggests that in their sacrifice, they have bestowed upon the world the gifts of holiness, love, and the opportunity to experience and learn from pain. With their actions, honor, nobleness, and a sense of heritage have been regained by the living.

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By Rupert Brooke, The Dead
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