A COLLECTION O F POEMS IN SIX VOLUME S. BY SEVERAL HANDS. LONDON: Printed by J. HUCHS, For J. DODSLEY, in PALL-MALL. An EL EGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH YARD. T By Mr. GRA Y. HE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind flowly o'er the lea, The plowman homewards plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the fight, Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; VOL. IV. A Save Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree's fhade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet fleep. The breezy call of incenfe-breathing Morn, For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Oft did the harvest to their fickle yield, Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, |