...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, > The fwi.llow twitt'rniE from the ftraw-built fhed,,...

...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, The fwallow, twitt'ring from the flraw built flied,...

...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. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall...

...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. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall...

..." The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow .twitt'ring from her straw-built shed, Xhe cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. Breezy call — the call of the breeze.— The wind in poetry is faid to murmur — to whisper,...

...thtfarsaltn hall of merriment. * The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from her straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. Graf. i* ECLOGUE THE FOURTH. Shall trum the lessel rouze the foxe awaie ; I'll seke the...

...yew-tree's shade , Where heaves the turi in many a mould'ring 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 twitt'ring from the straw-built shedj The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn , No more shall...

...yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a raould'ring 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 twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall...

...reign. Beneath thofe nigged elms, the yew-tree's (hade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet Леер. The breciy call of mcenfe-breathing morn, Thefwallow twitt'ring from the llraw- built flied,...

...grave, to bid the slumberer awake ?] The same imitation continued. The breezy call of incense breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built...shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall гошс them from their lowly bed. Grey , when the Fragments were communicated to him in MS. was unconscious...