I could interpret its command.
This time he would not bid me enter
The exhausted air-bell of the Critic.
Truth's atmosphere may grow mephitic
When Papist struggles with Dissenter,
Impregnating its pristine clarity,
-One, by his daily fare's vulgarity,
Its gust of broken meat and garlic;
-One, by his soul's too-much presuming
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