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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, 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 ...
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard By Thomas Grey
Jan 05, 2024
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Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow .I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight .I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there. I did not d...
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Jan 05, 2024
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