The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna
Charles Wolfe, The burial of Sir John Moore, and other poems (London: Sidgwick and Jackson, 1909). PR 5841 W78B8 Robarts Library
2 As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
3Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
4 O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
5 We buried him darkly at dead of night,
6 The sods with our bayonets turning;
7By the struggling moonbeam's misty light
8 And the lantern dimly burning.
9No useless coffin enclosed his breast,
10 Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;
11But he lay like a warrior taking his rest
12 With his martial cloak around him.
13Few and short were the prayers we said,
14 And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
15But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead,
16 And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
17We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed
18 And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
19That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,
20 And we far away on the billow!
21Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone
22 And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,--
23But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on
24 In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
25But half of our heavy task was done
26 When the clock struck the hour for retiring:
27And we heard the distant and random gun
28 That the foe was sullenly firing.
29Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
30 From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
31We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
32 But left him alone with his glory.
1] Apparently based on the account of Moore's death in the Edinburgh Annual Register. Moore, commanding a small army in Spain, was forced to withdraw to the coast. He was killed Jan. 16, 1809, in the victorious Battle of Corunna. His troops were able to embark in safety. Back to Line
Publication Start Year:
Newry Telegraph (1817)
RPO poem Editors:
J. D. Robins
2RP.2.222; RPO 1996-2000.