Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 16.

Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 17.

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.[385:2]

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19.

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.