(John Keats)

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The Gothic looks solemn,
The plain Doric column
Supports an old bishop and crosier;
The mouldering arch,
Shaded oer by a larch,
Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier.


Vicethat is, by turns,
Oer pale faces mourns
The black tasselld trencher and common hat;
The chantry boy sings,
The steeple-bell rings,
And as for the Chancellordominat.


There are plenty of trees,
And plenty of ease,
And plenty of fat dear for parsons;
And when it is venison,
Short is the benison,
Then each on a leg or thigh fastens.

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