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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke |
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Arthur Leonard Webb (1898-1917)
Arthur Leonard Webb, child of Edward George and Florence Webb (nee Galley) was born in 1898. Lived at 16 Garland Road, in Poole. Fought in WW1 as a Apprentice in the S.S. “Ferndene” (Newcastle) of the Mercantile Marine.. Died on Apr 24 1917 at the age of 19. A memorial for Arthur Leonard Webb can be found at Tower Hill Memorial - London in United Kingdom.
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