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Dignified, austere, infestive, / Stands the stately Athenaeum, / With an atmosphere suggestive / Of a mausoleum. / Freezing silence reigns within / (You can hear the falling pin! ) / And the punster points with pride / To the _frieze_ you get outside!
Here the Bishop, with his nether / Limbs in leggings swathed demurely / (Hatbrim fastened by a tether / To the crown securely), / Buttonholes some friendly Duke, / To discuss the Pentateuch, / Or abstracts (with absent mind) / All th' umbrellas he can find.