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... Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . C V. The swallow twittering from the straw - built. Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The breezy call of incense - breathing Morn ,
... or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . VI . Or busy housewife ply her evening care ;. The breezy call of incense - breathing Morn , For them , no more the blazing hearth shall burn.
Thomas Gray John Martin. TinEW YORK BLIC LIBRARI ATOM , LINUXAVO TILLATIONS XXVIII . “ One morn , I miss'd him on.
“ One morn , I miss'd him on the ' custom'd hill , Along the heath , and near his favourite tree ; Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood , was he ; XXIX . Slow through the church - way path we. Another came , —nor yet beside the rill ...
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Reprint of what may once have been one of the most familiar poems in English from the 18th century. At a time when few could read in England, one of its most educated sons, and the companion of Horace ... Read full review