“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.”— W. H. Auden
“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
“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
“We are not celebrating a victory... We are here to mourn the dead, British and Argentinian.”— Robert Runcie