|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,|
Unwept, unhonourd, and unsung.
Scott.Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI. Stanza 1.
|Their name unknown, their praise unsung.|
Scott.Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto V. Stanza 2.
|Thus let me live, unseen, unknown|
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Pope.On Solitude, Verse 5.
|Unwept, unnoted, and for ever dead.|
Pope.The Odyssey, Book V. Line 402.
|In endless night they sleep, unwept, unknown,|
No bard had they to make all time their own.
Francis Horace, Book IV. Ode 9.
|Unblest, untended, and unmournd.|
|Who, noteless as the race from which he sprung,|
Saved others names, but left his own unsung.
Scott.Waverley, Chap. XIII.
|Thou shouldst not to the grave descend|
Unmournd, unhonourd, and unsung.
Bernard Barton.On Bloomfields Death, Verse 1.