Il Bardo

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• Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

  The next with dirges due in sad array
  Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born.
  Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, …

• The Bard

  A Pindaric Ode
  I.
  “RUIN seize thee, ruthless King! …

• Elegy written in a Country Churchyard

  The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
  The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
  The plowman homeward plods his weary way, …

• The Progress of Poesy

  awake, Æolian lyre, awake,
  And give to rapture all thy trembling strings,
  From Helicon's harmonious springs …

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