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.
Fond fool! six feet shall serve for all thy store,
And he that cares for most shall find no more.
Fear Death? – to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face.
Round, round the cypress bier
Where she lies sleeping,
On every turf a tear,
Let us go weeping!
Wail!
O Death, all eloquent! you only prove
What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.
But O! for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Hang yourself, brave Crillon. We fought at Arques, and you were not there.