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.
In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying.
They went to war against a preamble, they fought seven years against a declaration.
On they moved, by Neptune led
With firm hand grasping his long-bladed sword
Keen as Jove's bolt.
I drunk him to his bed,
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.
They were armed with short broad-bladed swords, not with the curved scimitars usual with Orcs.