...reign. 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 twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,...

...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...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 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." This use was probably borrowed from our Roman invaders, who planted the elm and cypress on...

...reign. 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,...

...reign. Beneath these 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 sle«p. The breezy call of incense breathing morn, The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,...

...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...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 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. • • squitla di lontano Che pain '1 giorno pianger, che si muore. The breezy call of incense-breathing...

...SIDE. 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 boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await...

...Mother lies there, father! said the little boy, pointing with his finger to where — . • .; ' Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, ' The rude forefathers of the hamlet slept:' — — " and brother Will too, and Samuel. We shan't see 'em all at home when we get back,...

...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...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,...