Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 5.

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile

The short and simple annals of the poor.

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 8.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,

Await alike the inevitable hour.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 9.

Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault,