...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, Molest...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...

...the spirits of the redeemed. Gray, in his beautiful elegy, assigns to these a very prominent place. "Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,...mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." THE YEW. Perhaps the oldest tree of this kind on record...

...mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The bretey call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring...echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall bum, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No...

...the Moon complain Of such, as wand' ring near her secret Bower, Molest her ancient solitary Beign. Beneath those rugged Elms, that Yew-tree's shade,...mould'ring Heap, Each in his narrow Cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the Hamlet sleep. The breezy Call of inccnse-hreathing Morn, The Swallow...

...that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bow'r, Molest her ancient solitary...shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Kach in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of...

...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...from the straw-built Shed, The Cock's shrill Clarion, and the echoing Horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly Bed. 174 For them no more the blazing...

...modern schools. Then we have the picture of the specific subject of the poem taken more closely : — " Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,...mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." the great stanza, and I am inclined to think not improperly...

...ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign. Beneath those...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...

...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, Molest...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...

...ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged...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...