Elegy written in a country church-yard . £* Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsv tinklings lull the distant folds :. EKE 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.

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