...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. fk) Tie Curfew tolls the knell of parting day. squilla di lontano Che paia 1 giorno pianger,...

...the boast of ancestry, nor gilded trophies decorate the Warrior's Tomb:- — here . i *• Eadi.in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. ********** Nor you, ye proud I impute to these the fault* If rnem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies...

...with the following in Collins's " Ode to Evening:" Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each...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,...

...reign. Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree'« (hide, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet ¿сер. The breezy call of incenfe-hreathing Morn, The fwallow twittering from the ftraw-built (bed,...

...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, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,...

...Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree's fliade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering hap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet ileep, The breezy call of incenfe-hreathing Morn, The fwallow twittering from the ftraw-built died,...

...interior decorated with " many a holy text," and the whole structure is encircled by a cemetry where Each, in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep ! The mill, the church, the bridge, and the transparent stream seen from the parlour window of...

...ciiclosccl ; there aré no monumental stones, but the turf is here and there raised, where *' Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." BEDDINGTON, SURRY. THF. village of Beddington lies nearly two miles to the westward of Croydon,...

...reign. Beneath thbfc rugged elm*, that yew-tree's fhidr, Where henves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude...fleep. The breezy call .of incenfe-breathing Morn, The fw allow twittering from the flraw-built (bed, The cock's fhrill clarion, or the echoing horn. No more...

...how'r, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those ragged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where leaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow...for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The hreezy call of incense-hreathing morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-huilt shed,...