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Tara Is Grass

Padraic Pearse

The world hath conquered, the wind hath scattered like dust
Alexander, Cæsar, and all that shared their sway:
Tara is grass, and behold how Troy lieth low-
And even the English, perchance their hour will come!

(C) Padraic Pearse
01/01/2000


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