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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Charles Wolfe 1791-1823 John Bartlett

 
1
    Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
  As his corse to the rampart we hurried.
          The Burial of Sir John Moore.
2
    But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
  With his martial cloak around him.
          The Burial of Sir John Moore.
3
    Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
  From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
  But we left him alone with his glory.
          The Burial of Sir John Moore.
4
    If I had thought thou couldst have died,
  I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
  That thou couldst mortal be.
          To Mary.
5
    Yet there was round thee such a dawn
  Of light, ne’er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
  And never can restore.
          To Mary.
6
    Go, forget me! why should sorrow
  O’er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me, and to-morrow
  Brightly smile and sweetly sing!
Smile,—though I shall not be near thee;
Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!
          Go, forget me!