 | George Croly - 1850 - Страниц: 442
...secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. 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 breezy call of incense-breathing moru, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - Страниц: 362
...secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. 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 rude4 forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering... | |
 | 1851 - Страниц: 312
...secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary 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. " For them no more the blazing hearth shall... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - Страниц: 422
...secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary 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,... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - Страниц: 616
...secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary 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 rnde forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.... | |
 | William Russell - 1851 - Страниц: 392
...An awful pause, — prophetic of her end." Slow. " 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." "For them no more the blazing hearth shall... | |
 | 1851 - Страниц: 794
...tumult of the deadly strife. The heath-clad hills throw their shadows over the gloomy moss of Bigswell, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his sfiallow cell for ever laid, The rude retainers of a detpot sleep. The hero of Summerdale was rewarded... | |
 | James Robert Boyd - 1852 - Страниц: 364
...be wise. AN ELEGY WRITTEN IN A CHURCH-YARD. ***** 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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1852 - Страниц: 460
...secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary 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,... | |
 | Francis Brown Eaton - 1852 - Страниц: 174
...us of the past, save the moss grown tomh stone. -'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... | |
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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 forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 
