 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 páginas
...reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap. Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,... | |
 | Robert Bolton - 1848 - 618 páginas
...settlement of the village, contains numerous interments. "Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap," Each in his narrow cell forever laid, "The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. — Gray's Elegy. The following inscriptions are copied from the monuments Here lyeth the body... | |
 | John Stoughton - 1848 - 356 páginas
...of many generations. Round it spreads the old churchyard, with its grassy hillocks, beneath which, "Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." Bordering that churchyard is another place of sepulture, which was never touched by any prelatical... | |
 | Merriam-Webster, Inc - 1984 - 950 páginas
...simplicity of life, strength of family feeling, or persistence of a family in one locality is connoted <each in his narrow cell forever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep — Gray) <think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity! — JQ Adams) Forebear is not... | |
 | Michael Stanislawski - 1988 - 284 páginas
...Zhukovsky had reproduced in his mellifluous Russian): Beneath those ruggled 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. . . . Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,... | |
 | Brian Short - 1992 - 260 páginas
...secret bow'r. Molest 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. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn.... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 páginas
...secret bow'r, Molest 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. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,... | |
 | John Foster, Gordon Dennis - 1995 - 136 páginas
...secret bow'r, Molest 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, is The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. THOMAS GRAY (1716-71) Curfew - bell rung... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 páginas
...secret bow'r. Molest 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. The breezy call of incense-breathing mom.... | |
 | Donald Hall - 1997 - 290 páginas
...field at Stoke Poges that Thomas Gray celebrated: Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade. Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each...cell forever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The eighteenth century in England produced a whole school of graveyard poets, Gray the latest... | |
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Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from... 
