 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 страници
...secret bow'r, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each...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,... | |
 | Robert Lee - 2006 - 262 страници
...effectively celebrated the stasis of rural community: Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap Each...for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep . . . Let not Ambition mock their useful toil. Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur... | |
 | Frank H. Ellis - 2005 - 244 страници
...the critic was obviously thinking of lines 13-16: Beneath those rugged Elms, that Yewtree's Shade, Where heaves the Turf in many a mould'ring Heap, Each...for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the Hamlet sleep, and in the second instance he was thinking of the familiar opening stanzas of the poem. The... | |
 | K. D. M. Snell - 2006
...you: give me a possession of a burying place with you, that I may bun/ my dead out ofnnI sight.^ Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.2 Anyone who looks at gravestones in church or chapel burial grounds will observe a very frequent... | |
 | Donald Hall - 2007 - 276 страници
...field at Stoke Poges that Thomas Gray celebrated: Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade. Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each...for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The eighteenth century in England produced a whole school of graveyard poets. Gray the latest... | |
 | Michael Paschalis - 2007 - 232 страници
...folds. Beneath whose rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The Elegy was partly conceived as a conscious inversion of the Virgilian Eclogue. The coming... | |
 | Nancy Bogen - 2007 - 426 страници
...reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mold'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,... | |
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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. 
