Charles Wolfe

Charles Wolfe (December 14, 1791 – February 21, 1823) was an Irish poet.

Charles Wolfe

Quotes

• Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
  As his corse to the rampart we hurried.
  • The Burial of Sir John Moore.

• But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
  With his martial cloak around him.
  • The Burial of Sir John Moore.

• 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.

• 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.

• Yet there was round thee such a dawn
  Of light, ne’er seen before,
  As fancy never could have drawn,
  And never can restore.
  • To Mary.

• Go, 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!
  • Go, forget me!

External links

• Charles Wolfe's Gravesite
• [1] 'Burial of Sir John Moore'