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UNIT 6 THOMAS GRAY Structure \ 6.0 objectives 6.1 Introduction , 6.2 Thomas Gray 6.3 Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard 6.3.1 Text 6.3.2 Interpretation 6.3.3 Poetic Devices 6.4 Let Us Sum Up 5.5 Anwers to Exercises 6.0 OBJECTIVES In this unit on Thomas Gray, you will read one of his well-known poems Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard. Gray wrote this poem towards the second half of the 18th century. Gray's poetry marks the transition from the neo-classical poetry of Pope and Dryden and looks forward to the advent of Romantic poetry of Wordsworth and other poets of the 19tn century. At the end of your study of this unit, you will be able to : i) discuss Gray's Elegy in detail ' ' ii) identify the Ptrains of classicism and' romanticism in Gray's Elegiand iii) appreciate the poetic techniques used in the Elegy. 6.1 INTRODUCTION - In Unit 3 of this block you studied Milton's Lycidas as a pastoral elegy. In this unit we shall discuss Thomas Gray's Elegy as a poem of transitional period and thereby identify both the strains of Romanticism and Classicism in his poetry. In the course of your study of Gray's Elegy you will also notice that it is an elegy with a difference in the sense that he does not mourn the death of a specific person. It partakes of elegiac characteristics through its concern with the frailty of human life in the :ontext of death. We shall also discuss features of landscape poetry which emphasised death, graveyard and gloom. We would like you to first read the poem. Then you'should read it again, with the help of interpretation of lines and words given in 6.3.2. After you have followed the interpretation, read the note on poetic devices in 6.3.4. After you have read and understood the poem and critical comments, write down the answers to the exercises. Your answers should then be checked with the answers given by us at the edof the unit. 6.2 THOMAS GRAY I I THOMAS GRAY Thomas Gray ($7 16-177 1) began his career as a poet by writing Latip verses. Later he turned :26 . - ... -. -. -. -. Distant Prospect of Eton College. With the exception of the Elegy (published in 1751), Thomas Gray Gray's poetry can be broadly categorised into two groups : i) poetry which grew out of his interest in medieval literature and history (for e.g. The Progress of Poesy and The Barn) and written in the form of Pindaric odes with an elaborate classical metric form and ii) poetry which was realistic and contemporary in form and mood (for e.g. Ode On The Death of a Favourite Cat).Gray was also a remarkable letter-writer and his correspondence is one of the four or five finest in English language. 6.3 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD Gray's Elegy can be related to two of the distinct poetic traditions of the first half of the 18th century, namely the Elegy &d Landscape Poetry. In Unit 3, you studied Milton's Lycidas as a pastoral elegy. Gray was influenced by Lyci&s and he introduces ethical and philosophical discussions in his poem. The poem also partakes of certain features of Landscape poetry that include the use of a scene oflhe countryside (churchyard) to embody the poet's philosophic reflections. Gray's Elegy alternates between description and reflection and this sets a pattern and contributes to the basic structure of the pem. Frank H. Ellis in his essay on Gray's Elegy has given the following analysis of the poem: Lines 1-16 Description of the churchyard 17-76 Reflections on the scene a) 17-28 The rural life which the dead no longer enjoy. b) 29-44 Admonition to the 'proud' not to mock the poor people's graves C) 45-76 Opportunities for good as well as possibilities for evil are denied to the poor. 77-84 Description of the gravestones in the country churchyard 85-92 Reflections on the psychology of dying 93-1 1 1 Description of the stone cutter - his life and death 1 12-126 Reflections on the stone cutter - the Epitaph. 6.3.1 Text Now let us read Gray's 'ElegyWritten in a Country Churchyard' THE curfew tolls the knell of pafting 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. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheelghis droning flight, ' And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds: Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower -The moping owl does to the moon compiain 'Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade - '@here heaves the turf in many a mouldeting heap, ,jEachuinhis narrow cell for ever laid. 'The rir& Forefathers of the hamlet sleep, c 16 27 Understanding Poetry The breeezy call of incense-breathing mom, The swallow twittering from the straw built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall bum Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickly yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke! How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy storke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. I The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:- The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthemswells the note of praise. Can storied urn or anihated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre: But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem df 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. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, ' The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land. And read their history in a nation's eyes Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing vimes, but theircrimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, Thomas Gray And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. * Yet e'en these bones from idsult to protect Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. ~bf.thee,who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Spme kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,- Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn i Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. One morn 1 miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne,- Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn Understanding Poetry The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.