...Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering 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 twittering from the straw-built shed. The cock's shrill clarion...

...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,...

...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,...

...Beneath those rugged Elms, that Yewtree'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, and in the second instance he was thinking of the familiar opening stanzas of the poem. The...

...you: give me a possession of a burying place with you, that I may bun/ my dead out ofnnI sight.^ Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.2 Anyone who looks at gravestones in church or chapel burial grounds will observe a very frequent...

...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 . . . Let not Ambition mock their useful toil. Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur...

...Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mold'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,...

...Beneath whose rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The Elegy was partly conceived as a conscious inversion of the Virgilian Eclogue. The coming of night,...

...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 eighteenth century in England produced a whole school of graveyard poets. Gray the latest and best....