The Lives of Humble Villagers: A Reflective Journey Through ConstableConstable's Visual Story
Explore the serene world of humble villagers and the challenges they face in seeking fame and success. Through ConstableConstable's poignant images and poetic verses, witness the beauty of simplicity and the struggles of ordinary people against societal expectations. The evocative narrative captures the essence of rural life, the toll of time, and the deepening darkness that envelops the world at day's end.
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The lives of the humble villagers The lives of the famous The ways in which the villagers are prevented from becoming famous The crimes inextricably involved in success as the thoughtless world understands it, from which the villagers are immune.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day. The ploughman homeward plods his weary way. The lowing herd wind slowly o er the lea And leaves the world to daRkness and to me.
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, The lowing herd wind slowly o er the lea, The curfew tolls the knell of parting day. And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
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.
Wind (s)lowly wind(s) lowly Tolls knell knoll
Now fades the glimmering landscape of the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, 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 burn, 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.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown.
Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty step the dews away
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.
