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na 24 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day , The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea , The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . 1 Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight ,.
DRILLE ZIP PTYLE 24 E LETZ AE Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise .
DOM G LA BARBR SHOP CE Th ' applause of list'ning senates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes B XXX 1 1 1 Their lot forbade : nor ...
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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