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EL EGY

WRIT TEN IN A

COUNTRY CHURCH YARD. .

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E L E GY

WRITTEN IN A

COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD.

THE
HE Curfew tolls + the knell of parting

day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary

way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

+ ----squilla di lontano Che paia 'l giorno pianger, che si muore.

Dante Purgat. 1..8. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the

fight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the Beetle wheels his droning

flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ;
Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r
The moping Owl does to the moon complain
Of such as wand'ring near her secret bow'r,
Moleft her ancient solitary reign.

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Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's

shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould

’ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt’ring from the straw-built shed,

(horn, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing No more shall rouze them from their lowly

bed.

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