The outbreak of war in 1914 stirred many young soldiers of poetry to express their new-found sense of the beauty and clearness of the homeland which they might never sec again. Rupert Brooke's verse as a whole has been a subject of controversion for many critics. Regarded by some as beautiful, wonderful versification of poetry, the war sonnets were considered by others as silly, adolescent and has no inside. In this paper I am chiefly concerned with Brooke's war verse, specifically the main war sonnets of 1914. Though being rich in texture, dignified in tone and melodious, these sonnets do not reveal actual war. Rather, 11 icy represent Brooke's own range of responses.