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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

On Robert Emmet's Grave

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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2No trump tells thy virtues — the grave where they rest

3With thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,

4Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed,

5Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name.

6When the storm-cloud that lowers o'er the day-beam is gone,

7Unchanged, unextinguished its life-spring will shine;

8When Erin has ceased with their memory to groan,

9She will smile through the tears of revival on thine.

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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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Author record
Percy Bysshe Shelley1792–1822
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