“Chieftain, farewell! The nation mourns thee. Mothers shall teach thy name to their lisping children. The youth of our land shall emulate thy virtues.”— Matthew Simpson
“How shall we mourn you who are killed and wasted, Sure that you would not have wished us to rage against the world?”— Charles Reznikoff
“The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.”— Wilfred Owen