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Each In His Narrow Cell Forever Laid, The Rude Forefathers Of The Hamlet Sleep.
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Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 4
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Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 20...
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 5...
And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 21...
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 23...
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 17...
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 12...
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 25...
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 8...
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Elegy in a Country Churchyard, Stanza 10...