Quote#Death
He fell as other thousands do
Quote byLetitia Elizabeth Landon · 1802–1838
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Troubadour (1825), The Record.
English (original)
He fell as other thousands do, Trampled down where they fall, While on a single name is heap'd The glory gain'd by all. Yet even he whose common grave Lies in the open fields, Died not without a thought of all The joy that glory yields.
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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