The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Apropos her undertaking to write the life of Charlotte Brontë, in her letter to Ellen Nussey, 24 July 1855, in J.
A. V. Chapple and A. Pollard (eds.) ‘The Letters of Mrs Gaskell’ (1966) Letter 257
2.204 Henry Brooke 1703-83
For righteous monarchs,
Justly to judge, with their own eyes should see;
To rule o’er freemen, should themselves be free.
‘Earl of Essex’ (performed 1750, published 1761) act 1
2.205 Rupert Brooke 1887-1915
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 that would have been,
Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
‘The Dead’ (1914)
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.
‘The Dead’ (1914)
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets.
‘The Great Lover’ (1914)
Fish say, they have their stream and pond;
But is there anything beyond?
‘Heaven’ (1915)
One may not doubt that, somehow, good
Shall come of water and of mud;
And sure, the reverent eye must see
A purpose in liquidity.
‘Heaven’ (1915)
Fat caterpillars drift around,
And Paradisal grubs are found;
Unfading moths, immortal flies,
And the worm that never dies.