John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Charles Wolfe. (17911823)
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, neer seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore.
To Mary. 6
Go, forget me! why should sorrow Oer 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!