Elegy written in a
country church yard
THOMAS GRAY
The curfew (the time of a restriction) tolls (rings) the
knell (ring) of a parting (departing) day, the lowing (mooing) herd (drove)
wind (bend) slowly o’er (over) the lea (grassy land), the weary (tired)
homeward (going towards home) plowman (ploughman) plods (walks slowly with
heavy steps) his way, and the world leaves (goes) to darkness and the world
(field) leaves (disappears) to me.
Now, the glimmering (shining) landscape (scene) fades
(vanishes) on the sight (vision, eyesight), and all the air holds (occupies,
bears) a solemn (gloomy) stillness (silence) save (except) where (that) the
droning (buzzing) beetle (insect) wheels (revolves) his flight (wing) and the
drowsy (tired) tinklings (ringings) of the sheep lull (soothe) the distant
(remote) folds (the place where sheep are kept)
Now, the glimmering (shining) landscape (scene) fades
(vanishes) on the sight (vision, eyesight), and all the air holds (occupies,
bears) a solemn (gloomy) stillness (silence) save (except) that the moping
(brooding) owl does complain to the moon from that yonder ivy (climbing plant)
mantled (covered) tower (pillar). The moping (brooding) owl, wandering
(roaming, strolling) near her secret bower (pleasant place), does molest
(disturb) her ancient solitary (deserted) reign (empire)
The rude (ignorant) forefathers of the hamlet (small
village) laid (rested) for ever to sleep in his each narrow cell (cavity)
beneath those rugged (lined) elms (a tall tree) and beneath those yew-tree’s
shade where the turf (grass) heaves (swells) in many a mould (shape) of ring
heap (pile).
The breezy (fresh) call of incense (scent)-breathing morn
(morning) shall no more rouse them (the rude forefathers) from their lowly
(humble, simple) bed. The swallow twittering (chirping) from the straw (stalks
of grain)-built shed shall no more rouse them (the rude forefathers) from their
lowly (humble, simple) bed. The cock’s shrill (sharp) clarion (loudness) shall
no more rouse them (the rude forefathers) from their lowly (humble, simple) bed
or the echoing horn shall no more rouse them (the rude forefathers) from their
lowly (humble, simple) bed.
The blazing (flaming) hearth (fire place) shall no more burn
for them (the rude forefathers) or busy housewife shall no more ply (follow)
her evening care for them (the rude forefathers). No children run to their
sire’s (father’s) return to lisp (to speak with a lisp) or no children climb
(go up) his knees to share the envied (wanted) kiss.
Oft (often), their sickle (a tool used for cutting grass)
did yield (surrender) to the harvest (crop). Their furrow (plough) has oft
(often) broke (broken) the stubborn (unbending) glebe (land, fields). How
jocund (cheerful) they did drive their team (animals) afield (far away from home)! How
their sturdy (powerful) stroke (hit) bowed (bent) the woods beneath!
Let not ambition (ambitious persons) mock (laugh) at their
useful (handy) toil (work). Let not ambition (ambitious persons) mock (laugh)
at their homely joys and let not ambition (ambitious persons) mock (laugh) at
their obscure (inglorious) destiny (fate). Let not grandeur (grand people) hear
the short and simple annals (histories) of the poor with a disdainful (scornful) smile.
The boast of heraldry (families) awaits (waits for) th’ (the) inevitable (unavoidable) hour alike.
The pomp (vanity) of power awaits (waits for) th’ (the) inevitable
(unavoidable) hour alike and all that beauty that wealth e’er (ever) gave,
awaits (waits for) th’ (the) inevitable (unavoidable) hour alike. The paths of
glory lead (go) but (only) to the grave.
Neither you (singular) nor ye (you- plural) impute memory
raise no trophies o’er (over) their tomb (grave) where the pealing (sounding)
anthem (song) swells (spread) the note (record) of praise through the
long-drawn aisle (passage) and fretted (rubbed) vault (tomb). (blame) the fault
to these (rude forefathers) if
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