01c. 1807 ADNot a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried.Charles Wolfe / quote ↗
02c. 1807 ADBut he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.Charles Wolfe / quote ↗
03c. 1807 ADSlowly 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.Charles Wolfe / quote ↗
04c. 1807 ADIf 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.Charles Wolfe / quote ↗
05c. 1807 ADYet there was round thee such a dawn Of light, ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore.Charles Wolfe / quote ↗
06c. 1807 ADGo, 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!Charles Wolfe / quote ↗
