Elegy written in a country church-yard . xvm Their lot forbad : nor circumscribd alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confind ; Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne,And shut the gates of mercy on XVH35 The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ; To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame;Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride, With incense kindled at the Muses flame.

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