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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> GR-R-R—there go, my heart's abhorrence!<br> Water your damned flower-pots, do!<br> If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence,<br> God's blood, would not mine kill you!<br> What? your myrtle-bush wants trimming?<br> Oh, that rose has prior claims—<br> Needs its leaden vase filled brimming?<br> Hell dry you up with its flames!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> At the meal we sit together:<br> Salve tibi! I must hear<br> Wise talk of the kind of weather,<br> Sort of season, time of year:<br> Not a plenteous cork-crop: scarcely<br> Dare we hope oak-galls, I doubt:<br> What's the Latin name for "parsley"?<br> What's the Greek name for Swine's Snout?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Whew! We'll have our platter burnished,<br> Laid with care on our own sheld!<br> With a fire-new spoon we're furnished,<br> And a goblet for oneself,<br> Rinsed like something sacrificial<br> Ere 'tis fit to touch our chaps—<br> Marked with L. for our initial!<br> (He-he! There his lily snaps!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  IV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Saint, forsooth! While brown Dolores<br> Squats outside the Convent bank<br> With Sanchicha, telling stories,<br> Steeping tresses in the tank,<br> Blue-black, lustrous, thick like horsehairs,<br> —Can't I see his dead eye glow,<br> Bright as 'twere a Barbary corsair's?<br> (That is, if he'd let it show!)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  V</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> When he finishes refection,<br> Knife and fork he never lays<br> Cross-wise to my recollection,<br> As do I, in Jesu's praise.<br> I the Trinity illustrate,<br> Drinking watered orange-pulp—<br> In three sips the Arian frustrate;<br> While he drains his at one gulp.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  VI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Oh, those melons? If he's able<br> We're to have a feast! so nice!<br> One goes to the Abbot's table,<br> All of us get each a slice.<br> How go on your flowers? None double?<br> Not one fruit-sort can you spy?<br> Strange!—And I, too, at such trouble,<br> Keep them close-nipped on the sly!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  VII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> There's a great text in Galatians,<br> Once you trip on it, entails<br> Twenty-nine distinct damnations,<br> One sure, if another fails:<br> If I trip him just a-dying,<br> Sure of heaven as sure can be,<br> Spin him round and send him flying<br> Off to hell, a Manichee?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  VIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Or my scrofulous French novel<br> On gray paper with blunt type!<br> Simply glance at it, you grovel<br> Hand and foot in Belial's gripe:<br> If I double down its pages<br> At the woeful sixteenth print,<br> When he gathers his greengages,<br> Ope a sieve and slip it in't?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  IX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Or, there's Satan!—one might venture<br> Pledge one's soul to him, yet leave<br> Such a flaw in the indenture<br> As he'd miss till, past retrieve,<br> Blasted lay that rose-acacia<br> We're so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine.<br> 'St, there's Vespers! Plena gratiâ<br> Ave, Virgo! Gr-r-r—you swine!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Robert+Browning&d=Cavalier+Tunes">Cavalier Tunes</a></em></div>