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Charles Wolfe (4 December 1791 – 21 February 1823 / Blakhall, County Kildare)
Poems of Charles Wolfe
| 1. | Oh say not that my heart is cold | 1/3/2003 |
| 2. | The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna | 1/3/2003 |
| 3. | The Last Rose Of Summer | 1/1/2004 |
| 4. | To Mary | 1/3/2003 |
The Last Rose Of Summer
That strain again? It seems to tell
Of something like a joy departed;
I love its mourning accents well,
Like voice of one, ah! broken-hearted.
That note that pensive dies away,
And can each answering thrill awaken,
It sadly, wildly, seems to say,
Thy meek heart mourns its truth forsaken.
