...ftcret bow'r, Moleft her ancient folitary reign. Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree's fhade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefather's of the hamlet fleep. The breezy call of incenfe-breathing morn, The fwallow twitt'ring...

...fecret bow'r, Moleft her ancient, folitary reign. Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree's made, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrdw cefl for ever hid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet fleep. The breezy call of incenfe-brtrathing...

...fecret bow'r, Moleft her ancient folitary reign; Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree's fhade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet fleep, The breezy call of mcenfe-breathin; morn, >...

...fecret bow'r. Molcfl her ancient, folitary reign. Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree's fbade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for-ever laid*, The rude forefathers of the hamlet flecp. The breezy call of incenfe-breathing morn,...

...her fecret bower Moled her ancient, folitary reign. Beneath thofe rugged elms, that ewe^tree's fhade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever la;d, The rude forefathers of the hamlet fleep. The breezy call of incenfe-breathing Morn, The fwallow...

...And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves...

...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...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....

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...drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds [3Q]. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. fr) The Curfew tolls Ike knell of parting day. i squill*...

...by long undisturbed possession. -; . -. iv. . ' " 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 eyer laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. By using the word " those," the poet enT deavours...