...their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, €)r busy housewife ply her ev'ning care, No children run to lisp their sire's return,...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...

...them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening-care; No children run to lisp their sire's return , Or climb his knees the...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 : ' .M The paths...

...mountains glow. See Heav'n its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day ! 141 The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all...of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, to these impute the fault, If mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn...

...ivy-mantled tower, The mopeing owl does to the moon complain Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged...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...

...Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb hi* knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest...pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await ajrle th' inevitable hour, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud,...

...ply her ev'ning care ; i No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envy'd kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle...boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beanty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to...

...all-subduing death, we are reminded of that fine stanza of Gray's Elegy, written in a country churchyard; The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all...alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. The ancient family of the Cufaudes had a vault also in this Chapel. This was not...

...sleep. The breezy call of incense7breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built sbed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, 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 th' inevitable hour, The paths of...

...evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the entied kin to «hare. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow...annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that weal. h e'er gave, .wait alike th' inevitable hour, The paths...

...blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sires return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share....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 : Th* paths...