Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 256 pages of information about Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett.

Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 256 pages of information about Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett.

[Footnote 2:  ‘Lord-Keeper:’  Sir Christopher Hatton, promoted by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful person and fine dancing.  Brawls were a sort of a figure-dance then in vogue.]

[Footnote 3:  ‘Styack:’  the house-keeper.]

[Footnote 4:  ‘Squib:’  the steward.’]

[Footnote 5:  ‘Grooms:’  of the chamber.]

[Footnote 6:  ‘Maclean:’  a famous highwayman, hanged the week before.]

[Footnote 7:  ‘Hagged:’  i. e., the face of a witch or hag.]

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ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD.

  1 The 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.

  2 Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
      And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
    Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
      And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds: 

  3 Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower,
      The moping owl does to the moon complain
    Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
      Molest her ancient solitary reign.

  4 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.

  5 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 their lowly bed.

  6 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
      Or busy housewife ply her evening care;
    No children run to lisp their sire’s return,
      Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share.

  7 Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
      Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
    How jocund did they drive their team afield! 
      How bow’d the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

  8 Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
      Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
    Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
      The short and simple annals of the poor.

  9 The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
      And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
    Await alike the inevitable hour: 
      The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

  10 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.

  11 Can storied urn or animated bust
       Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? 
     Can Honour’s voice provoke the silent dust,
       Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?

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