...Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition...annals of the poor. The boast of Heraldry, the pomp of Power, And all that Beauty, all that Wealth e'er gave, Await, alike, the inevitable hour ; The paths...

...tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Disturb her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms,...annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths...

...passion cease; In still small accents whispering from the ground, A grateful earnest of eternal peace. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,...annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths...

...call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply...wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If mem'ry...

...Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition...wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory...

...toil, | Their homely joys, and destiny obscure' ; | Nor grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile', | The short, and simple annals of the poor,. | The boast of heraldry, | the pomp of power, | And all that beauty, | all that wealth' , e'er gave,, | 'Await, alike, the inevitable hour,...

...useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. " The boast of...wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour, The paths of glory lead but to the grave."— GHAT. IT was one of those May mornings, which to fully...

...useful toil', Their homely joys and destiny obscure'; Nor grandeur bear', with a disdainful smile', The short and simple annals of the poor'. The boast of heraldry', the pomp of power', And all that beauty', all that wealth' . . e'erJ gave', Await', alike', the inevitable hour';...

...kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle 4 yield, Their furrow 5 oft the stubborn glebe 6 has broke; How jocund' did they drive their team a-field!...and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry 3 , the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth, e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable...

...Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field! How bowed power, And. all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: — The paths...