Hushed in the alabaster arms of Death
Our young Marcellus sleeps.
Memorial Day Quotes
This page is assembled from three others: War, Death and Gratitude. There is no memorial collection underneath it. One poem is filed against the day itself, Joyce Kilmer’s, in Trees and Other Poems (1914), and it opens with a bugle that, he says, is not singing of war today.
The rest is whatever the three source pages rate highest, so it leans toward poetry and toward writers who saw war up close. Several famous lines about death and sacrifice carry flags here, so read the note on a quote’s own page before you attach a name to it.
This fight is against slavery; if we lose it, you will be made free.
Nothing is less compatible with military efficiency than political excitement.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest,
And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!
They bore him barefac'd on the bier;
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And in his grave rain'd many a tear.
Lay her i' the earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!
Our father's dust is left alone
And silent under other snows.