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ON ROBERT EMMET’S GRAVE.

[Published from the Esdaile manuscript book by Dowden, “Life of Shelley”, 1887; dated 1812.]

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6. 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.

7. 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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