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...yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team a field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke !...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...

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...yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy...pomp of pow'r. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike Hi' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud,...

...forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion,...annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour, The paths of...

...swallow, twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion or the echoing horn, l\o more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no...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...

...their sire's return. Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their siekle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:...pomp of pow'r. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike ih' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud,...

...breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the strawbuiltshed, The cock's shrilf clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse...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...