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.