 | 1837 - 588 страници
...— " Beneath those 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." This use was probably borrowed from our Roman invaders, who planted the elm and cypress on... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 358 страници
...reign. Beneath those 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 breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,... | |
 | 1821 - 270 страници
...reign. Beneath these 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 sle«p. The breezy call of incense breathing morn, The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,... | |
 | 1822 - 418 страници
...ivy-mantled tow'r, The moping owl does to the moon complain 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,... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 584 страници
...reign. Beneath those 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. • • squitla di lontano Che pain '1 giorno pianger, che si muore. The breezy call of incense-breathing... | |
 | 1824 - 450 страници
...SIDE. Beneath those 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 boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await... | |
 | Shipwrecked sailor-boy - 1822 - 126 страници
...Mother lies there, father! said the little boy, pointing with his finger to where — . • .; ' Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, ' The rude forefathers of the hamlet slept:' — — " and brother Will too, and Samuel. We shan't see 'em all at home when we get back,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 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,... | |
 | Henry Phillips - 1823 - 346 страници
...carried at funerals. " Beneath , 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." GRAY. " The grave, dread thing, Men shiver when thou'rt named, ***** Well do I Itnow thee by... | |
 | Marie-Joseph Chénier - 1824 - 460 страници
...reign. Beneath those 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. » > LE CIMETIÈRE DE CAMPAGNE. ÉLÉGIE. J_JE jour fuit; de l'airain les lugubres accens Rappellent... | |
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Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from... 
