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Yet 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 -
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried.
Charles Wolfe
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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.
Charles Wolfe -
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, with his martial cloak around him.
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.
Charles Wolfe -
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.
Charles Wolfe