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...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,...

...BtMazh thofe rugged elms, the yew-tree's (hade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, !*'i in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet deep. •;ezy call of incenfc-breathing mom, The fwallow twitt'ring from the Itraw- built (Tied, -.'•j...

...reign. Beneath thofe rugged elms, the yew-tree's ihade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the himlet deep. The breezy call of incenfe-breathing morn, The fwallow twitt'ring from the ilraw- built...

...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,...

...3. Beneath those rugged elms, that yewtree's shade, Where heaves the turf, in many a mouldVmjy heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The bree»y call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twitt'ring from its straw-built shed,...

...reign. Beneath these rugged elms, that yew trees shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap. Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Thebreezy call of incense breathing morn, The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw built shed,...

...reign. Beneath these rugged elms, that yew trees 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 call of incense breathing morn, The swallow, twitt'ring fi'om the straw built shed,...

...Beneath these rugged elms, that 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 call of incense breathing mom, The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,...

...been my lot to prow up and pass my life, in harmless obscurity, in these peacciul shades, and alter an unobtrusive career, to be gathered to my sires, in the old Dedham grave-yard, where, Each in his nnrrow cell forever Inid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. But not to dwell any longer on...