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  • The unknown hero of the british army

  • Glad to see this poem correctly attributed to Charles Wolfe, a Dublin man. At the time of its publication it was often wrongly attributed to Byron.

    Whether you agree with the imperialist sentiment or not it is a superb example of the genre.

  • You know, that's actually a painting of Robert Craufurd, not Sir John Moore. ;)

  • I`m doing some research on Sir John Moore and Arthur wellesley. Sir John Moore, was he Scottish and before Spain what other victorys did he have, does anyone know. Thanks.

  • @nathan1289245  Hi my name is don munro and seemingly my great,great......... granddad sir hector munro was supposed to have help carry sir john moores body to the grave, dont suppose you found anything about that in you research :)

  • Very enjoyable, thank you for posting.

  • Fine reading, and many thanks for a fine tribute to an unjustly neglected poem. I'm a Yank, but an admirer of Sir John and straightforward poetry...not in place of Modernist poetry, but in addition.

    Five stars.

  • Thank you for your kind words, its good to know that this recording I made so long ago is find a new home on the World Wide Web.

    Thanks again

    ( I put a block on your unwanted stalker )

  • "and we left him alone with his glory": a fine ending indeed, a trumpet voluntary in which the night and rain of the body of the poem gives way to that Resurrection with which so many English poems end, commencing with The Wanderer:

    Wel bið þam þe him are seceð,

    It is better for the one that seeks mercy,

    Frofre to Fæder on heofonum,

    Consolation from the father in the heavens,

    þær us eal seo fæstnung stondeð.

    where, for us, all permanence rests.

  • Sir John His Clerihew

    Of Sir John Moore

    Our memory is poor.

    This is most unfortunate

    For of true glory he was the very Portrait.

  • The poem is the epitaph of a popular and well-loved British general of the Napoleonic wars who helped to transform the 18th century British army into a professional fighting force.

    It says that Sir John was not the sort of fellow that would need or desire a grandiose monument, or people to praise him, because of the nobility of his deeds.

    It expresses a Roman and Stoic thought in a bluff British manner.

    The guttersnipes of the press back home could cavil: his deeds spoke for themselves

  • Fine, manly stuff.

  • huh?

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