Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Curfew
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.
Gray.—Elegy, Verse 1.
What time the labour’d ox
In his loos’d traces from the furrow came,
And the swink’d hedger at his supper sat.
Milton.—Comus, and the Lady.