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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 his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds: Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r
However, a more contemplative mood is achieved in the celebrated opening verse of Gray's Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (1751 [13]): The curfew tolls the knell of parting day. The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. (1–4)
An elegy is a poem of serious reflection, and in English literature usually a lament for the dead. However, according to The Oxford Handbook of the Elegy, "for all of its pervasiveness ... the 'elegy' remains remarkably ill defined: sometimes used as a catch-all to denominate texts of a somber or pessimistic tone, sometimes as a marker for textual monumentalizing, and sometimes strictly as a ...
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The first comprises the vision of Judgement Day, the list of faults the ploughman does not have, the assertion of his betters' dependence on him, and the quotation from the Elucidarium; the second is the vivid and detailed description of the plough; and the third is the comparison with Hu Gadarn, showing that the ploughman is a figure to respect.
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Whereever you turn the ploughman holding his plough sings alleluia, the sweaty reaper rouses himself with psalms, and the vine-dresser sings David. These are the songs of this country; these, in the popular phrase, its love ditties: these the shepherd whistles; they arm the tiller .