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