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 Their monument sticks like a fishbone
 in the city's throat.  
 Their monument sticks like a fishbone
 in the city's throat. 
 He made him a hut, wherein he did put
 The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.
  O poor Robinson read more 
 He made him a hut, wherein he did put
 The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.
  O poor Robinson Crusoe! 
 He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
 [Lat., Coelo tegitur qui non habet urnam.]  
 He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
 [Lat., Coelo tegitur qui non habet urnam.] 
 I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier 
than the regal structure of the pyramids, which read more 
 I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier 
than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the 
corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, 
not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall 
not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.
 [Lat., Exegi monumentum aera perennius
  Regalique situ pyramidum altius,
   Quod non imber edax, non Aquilo impotens
    Possit diruere aut innumerabilis
     Annorum series et fuga temporum.
      Non omnis moriar, multaque pars mei
       Vitabit Libitinam.] 
 Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the 
life and soul return after death to noble leaders.
 read more 
 Marble statues, engraved with public inscriptions, by which the 
life and soul return after death to noble leaders.
 [Lat., Incisa notis marmora publicis,
  Per quae spiritus et vita redit bonis
   Post mortem ducibus.] 
But monument themselves memorials need.
But monument themselves memorials need.
 Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
 Hast built thyself a life-long monument.  
 Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
 Hast built thyself a life-long monument. 
 You shall not pile, with servile toil,
 Your monuments upon my breast,
  Nor yet within the common read more 
 You shall not pile, with servile toil,
 Your monuments upon my breast,
  Nor yet within the common soil
   Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
    Where man can boast that he has trod
     On him that was "the scourge of God."