 | English poetry - 1809 - 310 pages
...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,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 pages
...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 rnde forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breeay call of incense-breathing morn,... | |
 | Thomas Branagan - 1812 - 370 pages
...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,... | |
 | Elegant poems - 1814 - 132 pages
...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,... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 422 pages
...reign. Beneath these rugged elms, that yew trees shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap. Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Thebreezy call of incense breathing morn, The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw built shed,... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 368 pages
...reign. Beneath these rugged elms, that yew trees 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, twitt'ring fi'om the straw built shed,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 192 pages
...the ground, A grateful earnest of eternal peace. 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,... | |
 | 1822 - 418 pages
...ivy-mantled tow'r, The moping owl does to the moon complain 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,... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 pages
...reign. Beneath these 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 mom, The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 398 pages
...secret bew'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 fever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing mom,... | |
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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... 
