The poems (1969) | ||
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Inscription on a Portrait
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Whom many a frighted prelate called his friend;
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With servile simper nod the mitred head.
Our Mother-Church with half-averted sight
Blushed as she blessed her grisly proselyte:
Hosannahs rung through Hell's tremendous borders,
And Satan's self had thoughts of taking orders.
The poems (1969) | ||