...drum was heard, not a funeral note As his corpse to the rampart we hurried, Not a soldier discharges his farewell shot, O'er the grave where our Hero we...sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam 's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. ' 5a11yc1og V-SJTS . ^ Stewartstown, about...

...the original, the opening stanza reads: "Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, / As his corpse to the rampart we hurried; / Not a soldier discharged...farewell shot / O'er the grave where our hero we buried" (C. Wolfe et al., Songs of the Brave [London, 1856]). 40 "Colors of afire bright . . .": A poem by...

...asked politely. Suarez nodded. "It was at night. Very late." Cochrane could not resist the invitation. "We buried him darkly at dead of night. The sods with our bayonets turning." "How dead was the night?" Cochrane asked Suarez, suddenly speaking in Spanish and, when the Major just...

...buried on 1 6 January, and here too there is a famous poem, this time by Charles Wolfe. It begins: "We buried him darkly at dead of night, the sods with our bayonets turning..." and the poem alludes to the pale light of the Moon. In fact the Moon was new on that particular night,...

...notes that once were so dear. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral-note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier...farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 12 We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's...

...say, buried under arms with funeral accompaniments, though it may be, — "Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried;...farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried." The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies. They are...

..."The Burial of Sir John Moore," a Napoleonic war elegy by Charles Wolfe: Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried;...farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. 89 Bennett humorously transfigures a death lament into a nativity ode. She tropes the empire as death...

...take him to the spot. stone wall where he fell. ... I placed a board at his head on which I inscribed: No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his shelter tent around him. Taylor was...

...once were so dear, Thomas Moore THE BURIAL OF SIRJOHN MOORE Not a drum was heard, not a funeral-note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier...dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior...

...say, buried under arms with funeral accompaniments, though it may be, — "Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note. As his corse to the rampart we hurried;...farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried." The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies. They are...