Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

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He is dead, and never word of blame
Or praise of him his spirit hears,
Sacred, secure from cark of fame,
From sympathy of useless tears. 

1. The Stars Stand up in the Air
2. The Philistine
3. On a Poet Patriot
4. The Anchoret
5. In the Storm

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