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 OH, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME I— Moore. Oh, breathe not his name ! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonoured 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.  Revolted Ireland, 1798 and 1803 - Page 92 by Albert Stratford George Canning - 1886 - 121 pages Full view -
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