#My Grave #### Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition ### Background details and bibliographic information My Grave ======== Author: Thomas Osborne Davis ---------------------------- ### File Description T. W. RollestonElectronic edition compiled and proof corrections by Beatrix Färber 1. First draft, revised and corrected.Extent of text: 775 words#### Publication CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts: a project of University College Cork College Road, Cork, Ireland—http://www.ucc.ie/celt (2011) Distributed by CELT online at University College, Cork, Ireland. Text ID Number: E850004-010Availability [RESTRICTED] Available with prior consent of the CELT programme for purposes of academic research and teaching only. #### Sources **Source**2. First published in the *Nation*. **Other writings by Thomas Davis**2. Thomas Davis, Essays Literary and Historical, ed. by D. J. O'Donoghue, Dundalk 1914. 3. 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.] 4. 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.] 5. Thomas Osborne Davis, Literary and historical essays 1846. Reprinted 1998, Washington, DC: Woodstock Books. 6. 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'.] 7. 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.] 8. 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 My Grave in , Ed. T. W. Rolleston Thomas Davis: Selections from his prose and poetry. The Talbot Press, Dublin and London, ([1910]) page 367### Encoding #### Project Description CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts #### Editorial Declaration ##### Correction Text has been proof-read twice and parsed. ##### Normalization The electronic text represents the edited text. ##### Quotation Direct speech is tagged q. ##### Hyphenation Soft hyphens are silently removed. When a hyphenated word (and subsequent punctuation mark) crosses a page-break, this break is marked after the completion of the word (and punctuation mark). ##### Segmentation div0=the poem. Page-breaks are marked pb n="". ##### Standard Values Dates are standardized in the ISO form yyyy-mm-dd. ##### Interpretation Names of persons, places or organisations are not tagged. ### Profile Description Created: by Thomas Davis (1840s) #### Use of language ##### Language: [EN] The text is in English. ### Revision History * (2011-08-08) Beatrix Färber (ed.) * File parsed. SGML and HTML files created. * (2011-08-07) Beatrix Färber (ed.) * File proofed (2), structural and content markup applied; header created. * (2009) Beatrix Färber (ed.) * File proofed (1). * (1996) Audrey Murphy (ed.) * Text captured by scanning. --- #### Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E850004-010 ### My Grave: Author: Thomas Osborne Davis --- p.367 1. Shall they bury me in the deep, Where wind-forgetting waters sleep? Shall they dig a grave for me, Under the green-wood tree? Or on the wild heath, Where the wilder breath Of the storm doth blow? Oh, no! oh, no! 2. Shall they bury me in the Palace Tombs, Or under the sahde of Cathedral domes? Sweet 'twere to lie on Italy's shore; Yet not there—nor in Greece, though I love it more, In the wolf or the vulture my grave shall I find? Shall my ashes career on the world-seeing wind? Shall they fling my corpse in the battle mound, where coffinless thousands lie under the ground? Just as the fall and are buried so— Oh, no! oh, no! 3. No! on an Irish green hill-side, On an opening lawn—but not too wide; For I love the drip of the wetted trees— I love not the gales, but a gentle breeze, To freshen the turf—put no tombstone there, But green sods, decked with daisies fair; Nor sods too deep, but so that the dew, The matted grass roots may trickle through. Be my epitaph writ on my country's mind, ‘He served his country, and loved his kind.’ 4. Oh! 'twere merry unto the grave to go, If one were sure to be buried so.