Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard Comments

many times I've heard that this is world's best elegy; after reading I can say, yes, something is here to proclaim it as the best elegy; nicely depicted the elegiac environment!

This is a shitt. I didn't get what i was looking for soo sad😞

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'.

It is so long and a bit boring but it is really nice poem

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it is to good exaplanations in the thomas gray

Haunting memories of the early days learning poetics and the classics.

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a bit long it was very very very very very very very very very very very very very evrye very long

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.