Lyric Poem · Death & Loss
On Robert Emmet's Grave
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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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“On Robert Emmet's Grave” by Percy Bysshe Shelley — quilloak.com/poems/on-robert-emmets-grave
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