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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day	A
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea	B
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way	A
And leaves the world to darkness and to me	B
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Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight	C
And all the air a solemn stillness holds	D
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight	C
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds	D
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Save that from yonder ivy mantled tower	E
The moping owl does to the moon complain	F
Of such as wandering near her secret bower	E
Molest her ancient solitary reign	F
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Beneath those rugged elms that yew tree's shade	G
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap	H
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid	G
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep	H
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The breezy call of incense breathing morn	I
The swallow twittering from the straw built shed	J
The cock's shrill clarion or the echoing horn	I
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed	J
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For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn	K
Or busy housewife ply her evening care	L
No children run to lisp their sire's return	K
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share	L
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Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield	M
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke	N
How jocund did they drive their team afield	M
How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke	N
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Let not Ambition mock their useful toil	O
Their homely joys and destiny obscure	P
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile	Q
The short and simple annals of the poor	R
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The boast of heraldry the pomp of pow'r	S
And all that beauty all that wealth e'er gave	T
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour	E
The paths of glory lead but to the grave	T
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Nor you ye proud impute to these the fault	U
If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise	V
Where through the long drawn aisle and fretted vault	U
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise	V
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Can storied urn or animated bust	W
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath	X
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust	W
Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death	X
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Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid	G
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire	E
Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed	G
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre	Y
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But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page	Z
Rich with the spoils of Time did ne'er unroll	Q
Chill Penury repressed their noble rage	Z
And froze the genial current of the soul	Q
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Full many a gem of purest ray serene	A2
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear	L
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen	A2
And waste its sweetness on the desert air	L
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Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast	B2
The little tyrant of his fields withstood	C2
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest	B2
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood	D2
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Th' applause of list'ning senates to command	E2
The threats of pain and ruin to despise	F2
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land	E2
And read their history in a nation's eyes	F2
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Their lot forbad nor circumscribed alone	G2
Their growing virtues but their crimes confined	H2
Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne	G2
And shut the Gates of Mercy on mankind	H2
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The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide	I2
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame	J2
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride	I2
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame	J2
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Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife	K2
Their sober wishes never learned to stray	A
Along the cool sequestered vale of life	K2
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way	A
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Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect	L2
Some frail memorial still erected nigh	M2
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked	L2
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh	M2
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Their name their years spelt by th' unlettered Muse	N2
The place of fame and elegy supply	M2
And many a holy text around she strews	N2
That teach the rustic moralist to die	M2
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For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey	A
This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned	H2
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day	A
Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind	H2
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On some fond breast the parting soul relies	N2
Some pious drops the closing eye requires	N2
Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries	N2
Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires	N2
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For thee who mindful of th' unhonoured dead	J
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate	O2
If chance by lonely Contemplation led	J
Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate	O2
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Haply some hoary headed swain may say	A
Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn	P2
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away	A
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn	P2
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There at the foot of yonder nodding beech	Q2
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high	M2
His listless length at noon tide would he stretch	R2
And pore upon the brook that babbles by	M2
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Hard by yon wood now smiling as in scorn	I
Mutt'ring his wayward fancies would he rove	S2
Now drooping woeful wan like one forlorn	I
Or crazed with care or crossed in hopeless love	T2
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One morn I missed him from the customed hill	Q
Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree	B
Another came nor yet beside the rill	Q
Nor up the lawn nor at the wood was he	B
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The next with dirges due in sad array	A
Slow through the church way path we saw him borne	I
Approach and read for thou can'st read the lay	A
Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn	I
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THE EPITAPH	U2
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Here rests his head upon the lap of earth	V2
A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown	G2
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth	V2
And Melancholy marked him for her own	G2
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Large was his bounty and his soul sincere	W2
Heaven did a recompense as largely send	X2
He gave to Misery all he had a tear	L
He gained from Heaven 'twas all he wished a friend	X2
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No farther seek his merits to disclose	N2
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode	Y2
There they alike in trembling hope repose	N2
The bosom of his Father and his God	Z2

Thomas Gray

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