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! — Charles Wolfe Copy Share Image
“The Burial of Sir John Moore after Corunna" Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we… — Charles Wolfe Copy Share Image
Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing.… — Charles Wolfe Copy Share Image
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, with his martial cloak around him. — Charles Wolfe Copy Share Image
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… — Charles Wolfe Copy Share Image
