Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Oh! Breathe Not His Name - Poem by Thomas Moore

Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid:
Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.

But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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