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Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard - Poem by Thomas Gray

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wand'ring near her 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,
The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Nor you, ye Proud, impute to These the fault,
If Memory o'er their Tomb no Trophies raise,
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?

Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;
Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes,

Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone
Their glowing virtues, but their crimes confined;
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,

The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply:
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.

For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?

On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.

For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,

Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say,
'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove,
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.

'One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

'The next with dirges due in sad array
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay
Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:'


Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.

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Poems About Elegy

  1. 1. Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard , Thomas Gray
  2. 2. Elegy , Dylan Thomas
  3. 3. Duino Elegies: The First Elegy , Rainer Maria Rilke
  4. 4. Elegy For Jane , Theodore Roethke
  5. 5. Elegy In April And September , Wilfred Owen
  6. 6. Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy , Rainer Maria Rilke
  7. 7. Duino Elegies: The Fourth Elegy , Rainer Maria Rilke
  8. 8. An Imperial Elegy , Wilfred Owen
  9. 9. Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed , John Donne
  10. 10. An Elegy On The Death Of Kenneth Patchen , Lawrence Ferlinghetti
  11. 11. Elegy I , Rainer Maria Rilke
  12. 12. Elegy In The Classroom , Anne Sexton
  13. 13. Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress , John Donne
  14. 14. Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress , John Donne
  15. 15. Elegy X: The Dream , John Donne
  16. 16. Elegy I: Jealousy , John Donne
  17. 17. Elegy X , Rainer Maria Rilke
  18. 18. Elegy Iv , Rainer Maria Rilke
  19. 19. A Satirical Elegy On The Death Of A Late.. , Jonathan Swift
  20. 20. Elegy V: His Picture , John Donne
  21. 21. From The Tenth Elegy , Rainer Maria Rilke
  22. 22. Elegy To The Memory Of An Unfortunate Lady , Alexander Pope
  23. 23. Elegy Ix: The Autumnal , John Donne
  24. 24. Elegy Xiii: His Parting From Her , John Donne
  25. 25. An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog , Oliver Goldsmith
  26. 26. Elegy Ii: The Anagram , John Donne
  27. 27. Elegy Upon Tiger , Jonathan Swift
  28. 28. March Elegy , Anna Akhmatova
  29. 29. Elegy Iv: The Perfume , John Donne
  30. 30. Elegy , Siegfried Sassoon
  31. 31. Elegy Viii: The Comparison , John Donne
  32. 32. Elegy Vii , John Donne
  33. 33. Elegy Iii: Change , John Donne
  34. 34. Elegy In A Country Churchyard , Gilbert Keith Chesterton
  35. 35. Elegy , Joseph Brodsky
  36. 36. Elegy Before Death , Edna St. Vincent Millay
  37. 37. Elegy Vi , John Donne
  38. 38. Elegy Xvi: The Expostulation , John Donne
  39. 39. Elegy V , Ovid
  40. 40. Elegy , Carolyn Forché
  41. 41. An Elegy On A Lap-Dog , John Gay
  42. 42. Elegy To Time , Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel ..
  43. 43. An Elegy In Frost , Sandra Fowler
  44. 44. Elegy , Alan Dugan
  45. 45. Elegy For Tibullus , Ovid
  46. 46. An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto , James Thomson
  47. 47. Elegy , Edna St. Vincent Millay
  48. 48. Elegy Xvii: On His Mistress , John Donne
  49. 49. Elegy , Ambrose Bierce
  50. 50. Elegy For An Enemy , Stephen Vincent Benet
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