Select the stanza that best supports the idea that "Death is the ultimate equalizer".(1 Point)
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Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid, Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway’d, Or wak’d to ecstasy the living lyre.
Can storied urn or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor’s voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt’ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness, and to me.
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed