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,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

by Thomas Gray Click to read full poem

Comments about Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard

Michael Walker 25 Aug 2019 09:04
This is one poem I remember learning at high school, so it must have made an impact. 'Full many a flower is born to blush unseen/ And waste its sweetness on the desert air'.
yagna 31 Jan 2019 09:53
It is so long and a bit boring but it is really nice poem
This is America 08 Jan 2019 11:57
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someone 21 Nov 2018 05:20
boring why do we do this
Dodi_Diugh 24 Oct 2018 05:46
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Mr. Beckwith 13 Apr 2018 08:45
Math is Important, for some reason. *´◒* ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°
The Normie 13 Apr 2018 08:43
Scrumptious, ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° - Liam
aparna 31 Mar 2018 03:55
it is to good exaplanations in the thomas gray
Frederick Kesner 08 Mar 2018 10:55
Haunting memories of the early days learning poetics and the classics.
Uganda Knuckles 26 Jan 2018 08:03
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debra 22 Nov 2017 05:09
debra 22 Nov 2017 05:08
a bit long it was very very very very very very very very very very very very very evrye very long
Ravi A 26 Dec 2016 10:45
There can be so many poems on the same theme but this one is really an outstanding one by all means. Actually, this poem marks the beginning of the modern poetry. See how the poem opens with the description of an evening scene and slowly proceeds to the life of the peasantry folk and to the village church graveyard. This is poetry. 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, Thomas Alva Edison's favorite piece of poetry was stanza nine of this poem. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. I bow with all humility before this great poet of all times.
Seamus O Brian 26 Dec 2016 11:22
Sweeping and profoundly moving. A true masterpiece.
Edward Kofi Louis 26 Dec 2016 02:10
Useful toil! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.