ā're å ǎ dŭlt' ǎ děpt' ad dress' ǎd'verse ab dō'men běn ́zine běst ́ial ea nine' eon tour' eãy ĕnne' eom'bat ant II. eom'mu nist eŏm'pa ra ble eom'pro mişe eŏm'plai şǎnçe eŎn'tu me ly eon'strue eon'vex WORDS OFTEN MISPRONOUNCED [By accenting the wrong syllable]. de ri'sive děs'ul to ry dĩ phố ma ¢y dŏl'or ous dem o ni'a eal ĕx'tant ĕx'or cise ĕx qui şite fi nĕsse' fragment a ry hăr ass i de å il lus'trāte îm'pi oŭs in eom'pa ra ble in dis pu ta ble in ex'pli ea ble ir rep ́a ra ble leg ́is la tive mu şē ́um ôr'nāte ôr'tho e py pěr ́emp to ry pre çēd ́ençe preç ́e dent (n.) pre çēd'ent (adj.) pre tense' re çess' re trib'u tive ro mănçe' rou tïne' so nō'rous sub sid ́ençe te leg' ra phy tī rāde' vā'ri e găte eôr'net eon ́ver sant eon trib'ūte eon do ́lençe în'ter ĕst ing If pupils do not know how to accent these words correctly, tell them to The curfew tolls the knell | of parting dày, 2. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, Save where the béetle | wheels his droning flight, 3. Save that from yonder | ivy-mantled tówer, The moping owl | does to the moon | compláin | Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bówer, Molest her ancient solitary rèign. 4. Beneath those rugged élms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf | in many a moldering héap, Each | in his narrow cell forever láid, The rude forefathers | of the hàmlet | sleep. 5. The breezy cáll | of incense-breathing mórn, The swallow twittering | from the straw-built shéd, The cock's shrill clárion, or the echoing hórn, No more shall rouse them | from their lowly bèd. 6. For them no more the blazing héarth | shall burn, No children | run | to lisp their sire's retúrn, 7. Oft did the hárvest | to their sickle | yield, Their fúrrow | oft | the stubborn glèbe | has broke; How jocund did they drive their team a-fièld! How bowed the woods | beneath their sturdy stròke! 8. Let not Ambition | mock their useful tóil, 9. The boast of héraldry, the pomp of power, The paths of glóry | lead | but to the gràve. 10. Nor you, ye proúd, impute to these the fault, 11. Can storied úrn or animated búst Back to its mansion | call the fleeting bréath? Can Honor's voice | provoke the silent dúst, Or Flattery soothe | the dull, cold ear of Death? 12. Perhaps in this neglected spot | is laid | Some héart | once pregnant | with celestial fìre; Hands that the rod of èmpire | might have swàyed, Or waked to écstasy | the living lyre: 13. But Knowledge | to their eyes | her ample páge, Chill Pénury | repressed their noble ráge, 14. Full many a gem of purest ray serene | The dark unfathomed caves of òcean | bear; Full many a flower | is born to blush unseén, And waste its sweetness on the desert àir. 15. Some village Hampden that, with dauntless bréast, 16. The applause of listening senates | to commánd, And read their history | in a nation's éyes, 17. Their lot forbáde; nor circumscribed | alóne | 18. The struggling pangs of conscious truth | to hide, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Príde | 19. Far from the madding crowd's | ignoble strife, 20. Yet even these bones, | from insult | to protéct, With uncouth rhymes | and shapeless sculpture | decked, |