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His grey eye large and rayless; o'er his beads
Aye wont to mutter forth the drowsy prayer.
And meet companion came with these the form
Of Cruelty, like monk Dominican 255
His garb. One hand Tertullian's volume grasp'd,
Volume beloved! and high the other rear'd
The thirsty sword, whose impious hilt display'd
The cross. These join'd the theologic train.

The Doctors met—from cloister gloom recluse 260
Or from the haunts luxurious of the abode,
Episcopal they met, and sought the place
Of judgment. Very ancient was the dome,
The floor with many a monumental stone
O'erspread, and brass-ensculptur'd effigy 265
Of holy abbots honor'd in their day,
Now to the grave gone down. The branching arms
Of many a ponderous pillar met aloft,
Wreath'd on the roof emboss'd. The windows gleam'd
Awful and dim their many-colour'd light270