 | English poetry - 1844 - Počet stránok 108
...secret hower, Molest her ancient solitary 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 hreezy call of incense-breathing morn,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Počet stránok 746
...of poets after Miiton'e time» 55 Beneath those rugsçed elms, that yew-tree's shade, Л\'Ьеге Imogine : ' Behold me, thou false one, behold me !' he cried, ' for ever bid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,... | |
 | William Collins - 1844 - Počet stránok 328
...ycvMrw'a 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 call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw huilt sh»d. The cock's r.hrill clarion, or the echoing horn.... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - Počet stránok 464
...grou'nd, A grateful ear'nest/ of eternal pea'ce ! Beneath these rugged elm's,/ that yew-tree's sh'ade, (Where heaves the tur'f/ in many a mouldering he'ap,) Ea'ch/ in his narrow c'ell/ for ever la'id, The rude forefathers/ of the hamlet sle'ep. * The observance of the ctesural jmuse... | |
 | 1906 - Počet stránok 598
...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 forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 1. Select and write out in full (a) a compound sentence;... | |
 | 1888 - Počet stránok 344
...macer, like a horn, The agent, tottering from some humble shed, The lawyer's ciaron, like the cock's, at morn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the agent's lamp shall burn, Or busy clerk oft' ply his evening care, No counsel run to hail their quick... | |
 | American Institute of Instruction - 1889 - Počet stránok 286
...William Penn ; and nearer is Stoke Pogis, where " Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid. The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." There, too, sleeps Grey, the author of the Elegy, by the... | |
 | Claude J. Summers - 1992 - Počet stránok 234
...secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary 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. (11. 5-16) We take it for granted that a mid-century... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - Počet stránok 226
...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 call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - Počet stránok 936
...yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a rnould'ning 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'ning from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion or the echoing horn, No... | |
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Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, No more shall rouse them from... 
