Elegy

Thomas Gray. 17161771| | 453. Elegy written in a unprejudiced Churchyard|  | THE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,|  |   The lowing herd wind latterly oer the lea,|  | The plowman homeward plods his weary way,|  |   And leaves the world to unrighteousness and to me.|  |  | | Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,|          5|   And all(a) the business line a solemn stillness holds,|  | Save where the mallet wheels his laggard flight,|  |   And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;|  |  | | Save that from yon ivy-mantled towr|  |   The moping horn does to the moon complain|   10| Of such as, wandring nestle her clandestine bowr,|  |   Molest her ancient solitary reign.|  |  | | Beneath those wiped out(p) elms, that yew-trees shade,|  |   Where heaves the turf in many a mouldring heap,|  | each(prenominal) in his narrow cell for ever laid,|   15|   The crude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.|  |  | | The breezy confab of incense-breathing Morn,|  |   The swallow twittring from the straw-built shed,|  | The cocks shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,|  |   No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

|   20|  | | For them no more the rank hearth shall burn,|  |   Or in use(p) housewife ply her change surface care:|  | No children wreak to lisp their sires return,|  |   Or rising his knees the envied kiss to share.|  |  | | Oft did the harvest-time to their sickle yield,|   25|   Their furrow frequently the stubborn glebe has bust:|  | How jocund did they! drive their team overseas!|  |   How bowd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!|  |  | | Let non Ambition fling their useful toil,|  |   Their homely joys, and destiny entangled;|   30| Nor magnanimousness hear with a disdainful grinning|  |   The short and easy annals of the poor.|  |  | | The boast of heraldry, the pomp of powr,|  |   And all that beauty, all that wealth eer gave,|  | Awaits...If you want to get a full essay, recite it on our website: BestEssayCheap.com

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