VOL. IV.

A

COLLECTION

OF

POEMS

IN FOUR VOLUMES.

BY

SEVERAL HANDS.

LONDON: Printed by J. HUGHS,

For R. and J. DODSLEY, at Tully's-Head in Pall-Mall.

M. DCCLV.

An ELEGY

WRITTEN IN A

COUNTRY CHURCH YARD.

T

By Mr. GRAY.

HE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the fight,
And all the air a folemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds";

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r
The mopeing owl does to the moon complain
Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r,
Moleft her ancient, solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms, that 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.
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