Elegy written in a country church-yard . The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day; The lowing herd winds slowly oer the lea;The plcfughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to £* 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 :

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