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.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- On Robert Emmet's Grave
- Poet
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Length
- 9 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Death & Loss, Spring, Nature, Short
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- Shape
- 9 lines · 3 stanzas of 1–4 lines
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- Author record
- Percy Bysshe Shelley1792–1822
- Source record
- PoetryDBOn Robert Emmet's Grave by percy-bysshe-shelley, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- Not recorded in the imported source
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- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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