...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,...How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke '. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely...

...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,...share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield 1 How bow'd the...

...clarion, or the echoing horn, — No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed 1 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply...Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke. How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bowed the...

...busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knee the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their...How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely...

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...twittering from the straw-built shed, L--1 i The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, U No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no...share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field! How bowed the...

...more the blazing hearth shall burn, Nor busy housewife ply her evening care ; 25 No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied...broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! 30 How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their...

...a mouldering heap Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The breezy call of incense-breathing moru, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,...share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bowed...

...Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run. to lisp their sire's return, Or climb hia knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest...! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke I Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear...

...for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely...