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Page viii
... Poet , poetry , - Gray , Gray . ' His son repeated the first line of the Elegy , The curfew tolls the knell of parting day . ' ' That's it , that's it ! " exclaimed Mr. Webster . The book was brought , and other stanzas read , which ...
... Poet , poetry , - Gray , Gray . ' His son repeated the first line of the Elegy , The curfew tolls the knell of parting day . ' ' That's it , that's it ! " exclaimed Mr. Webster . The book was brought , and other stanzas read , which ...
Page xi
... poet is supposed to have had in his mind when he wrote his Elegy in a Country Church - yard . Either place answers the description . The church at Stoke Pogis is , however , in good repair . On a tablet under the east window of the ...
... poet is supposed to have had in his mind when he wrote his Elegy in a Country Church - yard . Either place answers the description . The church at Stoke Pogis is , however , in good repair . On a tablet under the east window of the ...
Page xii
... poet , or those who sleep around him , from their lowly beds . Peace to their ashes ! ' was my humble benediction , as I bade farewell to this sequestered and beautiful spot , consecrated by genius . " The vignette on the title - page ...
... poet , or those who sleep around him , from their lowly beds . Peace to their ashes ! ' was my humble benediction , as I bade farewell to this sequestered and beautiful spot , consecrated by genius . " The vignette on the title - page ...
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air a solemn alike the inevitable ASTOR Await alike beetle wheels beneath boast of heraldry breath BROADWAY cell forever laid church of Stoke cock's shrill clarion Country Church-yard curfew tolls distant folds droning flight drowsy tinklings lull dust E'en echoing horn ecstasy the living fades the glimmering glimmering landscape glory lead grave hamlet sleep heart once pregnant heaves the turf hopes inspire ivy-mantled tower laid Some heart living lyre lull the distant mouldering heap narrow cell forever neglected spot o'er paths of glory poem poet Poetry of Gray pomp of power PREFACE pregnant with celestial Q BB Q F B B rod of empire rude forefathers rugged elms sacred sequestered Sheffield solemn stillness holds spot is laid stanzas STOKE POGIS CHURCH THOMAS GRAY TILDAN tomb waked to ecstasy wealth e'er gave Webster wheels his droning Windsor Wolfe wrote his Elegy yew-tree's shade yonder YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY শু