. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . lowly oer the lea,The ploughman homeward plods his leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the all the air a solemn stillness holds. Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; 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.
. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . lowly oer the lea,The ploughman homeward plods his leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the all the air a solemn stillness holds. Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; 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. 572 THOMAS GRAY. 573 Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-trees shade,Where heaves the turf in many a moulderingheap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, 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 bowd the woods beneath their sturdystroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ;. Grays Monument in the Churchyard at Stoke Pogis. The cocks shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sires return,Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smileThe short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of Heraldry, the pomp of Power, And all that Beauty, all that Wealth eer gave, Await alike th inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 574 THOMAS GRAY. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,If Memory oer their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and frettedvaultThe pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust. Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ?
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