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On Robert Emmet's Grave

By Percy Bysshe ShelleySource: Percy Bysshe Shelley - PoetryDB (Public Domain)66 words

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No trump tells thy virtues--the grave where they rest

With thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,

Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed,

Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name.

When the storm-cloud that lowers o'er the day-beam is gone,

Unchanged, unextinguished its life-spring will shine;

When Erin has ceased with their memory to groan,

She will smile through the tears of revival on thine.

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