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Nor not to me the unfrequent midnight knell
Tolls sternly harmonizing; on mine ear
As the deep death-fraught sounds long lingering dwell
Sick to the heart of Love and Hope and Fear
Soul-jaundiced, I do loathe Life's upland steep
And with strange envy muse the dead man's dreamless sleep.
Tolls sternly harmonizing; on mine ear
As the deep death-fraught sounds long lingering dwell
Sick to the heart of Love and Hope and Fear
Soul-jaundiced, I do loathe Life's upland steep
And with strange envy muse the dead man's dreamless sleep.
But thou, memorial of monastic gall!
What Fancy sad or lightsome hast thou given!
Thy vision-scaring sounds alone recall
The prayer that trembles on a yawn to heaven!
And this Dean's gape, and that Dean's nasal tone,
And Roman rites retain'd, tho' Roman faith be flown.
1793.
What Fancy sad or lightsome hast thou given!
Thy vision-scaring sounds alone recall
The prayer that trembles on a yawn to heaven!
And this Dean's gape, and that Dean's nasal tone,
And Roman rites retain'd, tho' Roman faith be flown.
1793.
