"The Dead (III)" is part of a sonnet sequence by Rupert Brooke, titled "1914" and published in the volume 1914 and Other Poems (1915). The poem is an elegy for the fallen UK soldiers of World War I, which had broken out in 1914 and would last until 1918. With patriotic fervor, the speaker praises the soldiers' sacrifice, claiming that their heroism has restored their country's "Holiness" and "Honour." Brooke himself would die in the war in 1915, while serving in the British navy. A companion sonnet, "The Dead (IV)," follows in the same sequence.
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1Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
2 There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old,
3 But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
4These laid the world away; poured out the red
5Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
6 Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene,
7 That men call age; and those who would have been,
8Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
9Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
10 Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain,
11Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
12 And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
13And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
14 And we have come into our heritage.
1Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
2 There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old,
3 But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
4These laid the world away; poured out the red
5Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
6 Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene,
7 That men call age; and those who would have been,
8Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
9Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
10 Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain,
11Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
12 And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
13And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
14 And we have come into our heritage.
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 red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
Of 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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Bugle in World War I — An article detailing the military uses of the bugle in the WWI era.
A Film on WWI Poetry — Watch a video introduction to the poetry of the First World War, courtesy of the British Library.
The Poet's Life — Read a biography of Brooke at the Poetry Foundation.
Poets of WWI — Check out the Poetry Foundation's introduction to World War I poets, including Brooke.
"The True Story of Rupert Brooke" — An in-depth look at Rupert Brooke's life, via The New Yorker.
The Rupert Brooke Society — An organization devoted to Brooke's literary legacy.