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Elegy.

Country. Church Yard. 1950

The Curfen tolls the Knall of parting Day,
The lowing Herd, wind slowly o'er the Lea,
The Plow the World to
homeward plods his
weary Way,
Darkness & to in
Now fades the glimm ming stillness hotes,
Landscape
the Sight,
Save where the Beatle wheels his droning fol

me.

And leaves

on

And all a

Flight,

Tinkleings

"Stroke!

The dark
Full many
Flower is, to
And wast it's Sweetness

Chan

Some Village - Hamber, that with dauntless Breast
The Little Tyrant of his dad withstood,
Milton here may
Some much ing
may rest,
Some Cromwell,

much ing grilles.

his Coun

Blood.

The The Applause of list ning Jenates to command.
Pain & Ruith to Despise and,
plenty
smiling

To scatter

oer a

Nation's Eyes

And read their Hist'ry in a
Their Lot for bad: nor circumscribed alone
Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes, confined;
Ihrone,
Forbad, to wade there flaughter

to a

on Mankind.

Or that the tits Fangs of conscious Fouth to hide,
Gates
struggling
To quench the Blushes,

The

In heap the Thorne of Luxury Muses Flame.
With Incense, the

of ingenuous

&c. Pride

a

Rod

Their Name, their years spell's, by ply irers,

The Place of Fame & Epitaphy
holy Text around The

And

Prey, ier resifoid,

a

Precincts

That, reach the bustia Moralist to die.
many
For who to dumb Forgetfullnes!
This pleasing anxious Bay the cherrie
Left
"Longing ling ring Look the day.
ford Breast
parting
Soul relies,
pious Drops the closing Eye
requises cries,
Even from the Tomb

Nor cast one

On some

Some

And in

OLLY

glow

their wonzed Fires.

For Thee, who mindful of the unhonour'd, Dead
Dost in these Lines their artless Tale relate:
If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
If chance Spirit shall again may say,
inquire thy
thy Fate;
Haply some
oft have we geen him at the Peep of Dawn
Brushing with hasty. Steps the Daws
upland Lan

headed

To meet

son

high,

Lavway
There, at the Foot of gonder nodding Beech,
That wreaths, its old fantastic Roots so
His listless Length at Noontide would he stretch,
And pork upon the Brook, that babbles by

›

now

as in Scorn,

Muttering

wan,

one

Harding this wayward Fancies, would he nove; woeful-wo Now drooping welver cros') in hopeless Love 1 Or crazed with Cave, or crossed One Morn I mess'd him from the customd Hill, the death, & near his fav rite Free

,

Along

Another came; now yet beside the Rill,
the Lawn,
nor at the Wood was he.

Nor imp

The next with Darges due in sad drray "'"Slow thro' the Churchway Path,

we saw him born.

Approach & read, for there can't read, the day Thorn. › Graved

you

Far from the madding Crowd's ignoble Strife,
Their sober Wishes never learned, to

Life

Along the cool sequesterd Vale of t
They the noiseless
kept
noiseless of
these from Insult to
some, frail Memorial still created
With uncouth Ahimes & shapeless Sculpture deckid,
a signlatter'd Muse

nigh

on

Way.

له

Epitaph

hi

Here rests his Head upon the Lap of Earth
A Youth, to

in

to Fortune & to Fame unknow,
his humble Birth,
frown'd not

on

own.

Large
Heav'n did
He

Sand Melancholy mark'd him for her.
was his Bounty, de his soul sincere;
Largely fear
Recompense
"Mis 'ry st
all he had

A

n

to gave He gained from head ( 'twas all he wish'd) a Friend. No farther seek his Meries to disclove, On draw his Frailties from their dread above, (There they alike in wrembling Hope repose) The Bosom of his Father, & his God.

Insert

There scatter'd oft, the earliest of the Year,
By Hands unseen,
Shoni'rs of Vishers found:
The Red-breast loves to build, & wayble there,
And little Footsteps lightly print the Ground!

Omitted in 1763