...yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy...to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield , Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe...

...et l'ombre, Sous ces frêles gazons, parure du tombeau, Dorment les villageois, ancêtres du hameau. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn , The swallow...to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield , Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe...

...hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense breathing morn, The swallow, twitt'iing from the straw built shed, The cock's shrill clarion or the echoing horn,...lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to shaie. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe...

...sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built »hed. The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No...to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness...

...mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The'cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall...to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe...

...cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing mom, The swallow, twittering from the straw-built shed,...shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield , Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke How jocund...

...hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw built The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No...shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; Nor children run to lisp" their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did...

...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...lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe...

...incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the strawbuilt shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the ecohoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed....lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees, the envy'd kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe...

...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...echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed." Another side bore these : — '' One morn I miss'd him from the 'custom'd bill, Along the...