But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, with his martial cloak around him.
– Charles Wolfe
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried.
– Charles Wolfe
Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.
– Charles Wolfe
Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.