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Written Date: 1750-1751. Published Date: 1751. Original Title: “An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”. Genre: Elegy, Poem. Tone: Reflective, Melancholic, Contemplative. Stanzas: The poem consists of 32 stanzas written in quatrains (four-line stanzas). Total Lines: 128 lines. Rhyme Scheme: The rhyme scheme in each quatrain is typically ABAB.
Apr 25, 2013 · joice maningo. The document provides biographical information about the English poet Thomas Gray, including details about his life, education, works, and death. It then analyzes his famous poem "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard", describing its themes of human mortality and obscurity. The poem uses iambic pentameter and a rhyme scheme of ...
Apr 2, 2009 · The English countryside has inspired some of the most exquisite and well-loved poetry ever composed in the language. This selection of verse includes, among others, Thomas Gray's reflective and moving meditation on mortality, 'Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard', the soaring beauty of Wordsworth's lines on Tintern Abbey and Keats's ode to Autumn, the deceptively simple words of Emily ...
Jun 19, 2017 · Elegy written in a country churchyard ... Elegy written in a country churchyard by Gray, Thomas, 1716-1771. Publication date 1910 Publisher Chicago, F.J. Trezise
Quotes by Thomas Gray (?) “Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”. ― Thomas Gray, An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard. tags: flower , human-potential , life , sweetness , waste. 143 likes.
And leaves the world to darkness, and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds: Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower. The moping owl does to the moon complain10.
Elegy written in a Country Churchyard. T HE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, 5. And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
