...secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap. Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,...

...secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,...

...secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, rcling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hnmlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,...

...bliss bestow." The third is again from the Elegy : " Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. " The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,...

...mounds which cover the dead: — " ' Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade, Where heares the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefather's of the hamlet sleep :' • •••**• And onward ; [the sentimental reader, however,...

...bestow." The third is again from the Elegy : — " 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, Xhe rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow...

...inscribed two stanzas taken from the Elegy:— " Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." " The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,...

...secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. 4. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever lai<I, The rude forefathers of the hamletn sleep. 5. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,...

...and you feel the truth of his description, — ' Beneath those nodding elms, that yew tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell, forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.' " The church is small, but has some fine painted...

...secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,...