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Tone's Grave

Author: Thomas Osborne Davis

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T. W. Rolleston

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  1. First published in the Nation 1 March 1843.
    Other writings by Thomas Davis
  1. Thomas Davis, Essays Literary and Historical, ed. by D. J. O'Donoghue, Dundalk 1914.
  2. Sir Charles Gavan Duffy (ed.), Thomas Davis, the memoirs of an Irish patriot, 1840-1846. 1890. [Reprinted entitled 'Thomas Davis' with an introduction of Brendan Clifford. Millstreet, Aubane Historical Society, 2000.]
  3. Thomas Davis: selections from his prose and poetry. [Edited] with an introduction by T. W. Rolleston. London and Leipzig: T. Fisher Unwin (Every Irishman's Library). 1910. [Published in Dublin by the Talbot press, 1914.]
  4. Thomas Osborne Davis, Literary and historical essays 1846. Reprinted 1998, Washington, DC: Woodstock Books.
  5. Essays of Thomas Davis. New York, Lemma Pub. Corp. 1974, 1914 [Reprint of the 1914 ed. published by W. Tempest, Dundalk, Ireland, under the title 'Essays literary and historical'.]
  6. Thomas Davis: essays and poems, with a centenary memoir, 1845-1945. Dublin, M.H. Gill and Son, 1945. [Foreword by an Taoiseach, Éamon de Valera.]
  7. Angela Clifford, Godless colleges and mixed education in Ireland: extracts from speeches and writings of Thomas Wyse, Daniel O'Connell, Thomas Davis, Charles Gavan Duffy, Frank Hugh O'Donnell and others. Belfast: Athol, 1992.
Thomas Osborne Davis Tone's Grave in , Ed. T. W. Rolleston Thomas Davis: Selections from his prose and poetry. The Talbot Press, Dublin and London, ([1910]) page 333–334


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Tone's Grave: Author: Thomas Osborne Davis


  1. In Bodenstown Churchyard there is a green grave,
    And wildly along it the winter winds rave;
    Small shelter, I ween, are the ruined walls there,
    When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare.
  2. Once I lay on that sod—it lies over Wolfe Tone—
    And thought how he perished in prison alone,
    His friends unavenged, and his country unfreed—
    ‘Oh, bitter,’ I said, ‘is the patriot's meed!’
  3. 'For in him the heart of a woman combined
    With a heroic life and a governing mind—
    A martyr for Ireland—his grave has no stone—
    His name seldom named, and his virtues unknown.'
  4. I was woke from my dream by the voices and tread
    Of a band who came into the home of the dead;
    They carried no corpse, and they carried no stone,
    And they stopped when they came to the grave of Wolfe Tone.

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  6. There were students and peasants, the wise and the brave,
    And an old man who knew him from cradle to grave;
    And children who thought me hard-hearted; for they
    On that sanctified sod, were forbidden to play.
  7. But the old man, who saw I was mourning there, said:
    'We come, sir, to weep where young Wolfe Tone is laid,
    And we're going to raise him a monument too—
    A plain one, yet fit for the simple and true.'
  8. My heart overflowed, and I clasped his old hand,
    And I blessed him, and blessed every one of his band:
    Sweet, sweet 'tis to find that such faith can remain
    To the cause, and the man so long vanquished and slain!
  9. In Bodenstown Churchyard, there is a green grave,
    And freely around it, let the winter winds rave—
    Far better thay suit him—the ruin and the gloom—
    Till Ireland, a Nation, can build him a tomb.