 | Edward Leeson - 2004 - 728 lehte
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 | John Reid - 2005 - 153 lehte
...complain Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew tree's shade, Where heaves the...in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-bearing Morn, The... | |
 | Cambridge International Examinations - 2005 - 272 lehte
...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.... | |
 | Clive Fewins - 2005 - 366 lehte
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 | Peter Hühn, Jens Kiefer - 2005 - 276 lehte
...those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, 1 5 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,... | |
 | Robert Lee - 2006 - 262 lehte
...effectively celebrated the stasis of rural community: 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 . . . Let not Ambition mock their useful toil. Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur... | |
 | W. Enfield - 2006 - 388 lehte
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 | Frank H. Ellis - 2005 - 244 lehte
...the critic was obviously thinking of lines 13-16: Beneath those rugged Elms, that Yewtree's Shade, Where heaves the Turf in many a mould'ring Heap, Each...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... | |
 | David Munro - 2006 - 156 lehte
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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, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from... 
