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HE 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.
a Dr. Johnson obferves, that this Elegy abounds with images which find a mirrour in every mind, and with sentiments to which every bosom VOL. IV.