<h3><SPAN name="The_Evil_Monk" id="The_Evil_Monk"></SPAN>The Evil Monk</h3>
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The cloisters old, expounded on their walls<br/>
With paintings, the Beatic Verity,<br/>
The which—adorning their religious halls,<br/>
Enriched the frigidness of their Austerity.<br/>
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In days when Christian seeds bloomed o'er the land,<br/>
Full many a noble monk unknown to-day,<br/>
Upon the field of tombs would take his stand,<br/>
Exalting Death in rude and simple way.<br/>
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My soul is a tomb where—bad monk that I be—<br/>
I dwell and search its depths from all eternity,<br/>
And nought bedecks the walls of the odious spot.<br/>
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Oh sluggard monk! when shall I glean aright<br/>
From the living spectacle of my bitter lot,<br/>
To mold my handywork and mine eyes' Delight?<br/></p>
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