The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below — John McCrae Copy Share Image
With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green. — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation! — Thomas William Parsons Copy Share Image
Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day. — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the… — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
But the freedom that they fought for, and the country grand they wrought for, Is their monument to-day, and for aye. — Thomas Dunn English Copy Share Image
Who kept the faith and fought the fight; The glory theirs, the duty ours. — Wallace Bruce Matthews Carruthers Copy Share Image
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth. — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
They saw their injured country's woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the… — Philip Freneau Copy Share Image
The modern patriotism, the true patriotism, the only rational patriotism is loyalty to the Nation all the time, loyalty to the Government… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
And I'm proud to be an American, Where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died,… — Lee Greenwood Copy Share Image
Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act?… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays… The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we… — Richard Hovey Copy Share Image
Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel… — Benjamin Harrison Copy Share Image
Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave - — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Fold him in his country's stars. Roll the drum and fire the volley! What to him are all our wars, What but… — George Henry Boker Copy Share Image
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man. — Richard Watson Gilder Copy Share Image
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. — John McCrae Copy Share Image
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower… — Silas Weir Mitchell Copy Share Image
They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save. — Francis Marion Crawford Copy Share Image
We shall pay any price, bear any burden, to assure the survival and the success of liberty. — John F. Kennedy Copy Share Image
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We cherish too, the Poppy red That grows on fields where valor led, It seems to signal to the skies That blood… — Moina Michael Copy Share Image
