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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,<br>As his corse to the rampart we hurried;<br>Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot<br>O'er the grave where our hero we buried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We buried him darkly at dead of night,<br>The sods with our bayonets turning;<br>By the struggling moonbeam's misty light<br>And the lantern dimly burning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No useless coffin enclosed his breast,<br>Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;<br>But he lay like a warrior taking his rest<br>With his martial cloak around him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Few and short were the prayers we said,<br>And we spoke not a word of sorrow;<br>But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead,<br>And we bitterly thought of the morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed<br>And smoothed down his lonely pillow,<br>That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,<br>And we far away on the billow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone<br>And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,--<br>But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on<br>In the grave where a Briton has laid him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But half of our heavy task was done<br>When the clock struck the hour for retiring:<br>And we heard the distant and random gun<br>That the foe was sullenly firing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly and sadly we laid him down,<br>From the field of his fame fresh and gory;<br>We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,<br>But left him alone with his glory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Wolfe">Charles Wolfe</a><div class=q>
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