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Home by Rupert Brooke

By Rupert Brooke

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I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And comfortable gloom. But as I entered softly in I saw a woman there, The line of neck and cheek and chin, The darkness of her hair, The form of one I did not know Sitting in my chair.

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"I came back late and tired last night..."

"Home" by Rupert Brooke is a sad english poem consisting of 28 lines. This English poem by Rupert Brooke demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I came back late and tired last night Into my little room,...", this piece explores themes of sad through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Rupert Brooke's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) was an English war poet whose sonnets—including "The Soldier" ("If I should die, think only this of me")—idealized the sacrifice of war. He died of sepsis en route to Gallipoli and became a symbol of the lost generation of WWI.

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