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Nor not to me the unfrequent midnight knellTolls sternly harmonizing; on mine earAs the deep death-fraught sounds long lingering dwellSick to the heart of Love and Hope and FearSoul-jaundiced, I do loathe Life's upland steepAnd 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 recallThe 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.
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