 | 1837 - Страниц: 588
...Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." This use was probably borrowed from our Roman invaders, who planted the elm and cypress on... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - Страниц: 284
...Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, 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 strawbuiltshed, The cock's shrilf clarion,... | |
 | 1822 - Страниц: 418
...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, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion,... | |
 | 1824 - Страниц: 450
...Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - Страниц: 584
...Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. • • squitla di lontano Che pain '1 giorno pianger, che si muore. The breezy call of incense-breathing... | |
 | Shipwrecked sailor-boy - 1822 - Страниц: 126
...Mother lies there, father! said the little boy, pointing with his finger to where — . • .; ' Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, ' The rude forefathers of the hamlet slept:' — — " and brother Will too, and Samuel. We shan't see 'em all at home when we get back,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - Страниц: 412
...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, . The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion,... | |
 | Henry Phillips - 1823 - Страниц: 350
...funerals. " Beneath , that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." GRAY. *' The grave, dread thing, Men shiver when thou'rt named, ***** Well do I know thee by... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - Страниц: 1062
...Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each orce, And some with swiftness in the course incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion,... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - Страниц: 478
...Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the Hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion,... | |
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Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 
