Versos English Algernon Charles Swinburne Viii

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Could God's rods bruise God's Jews? Their jowls Bobbed, sobbed, gaped, aped the plaice in face: None heard, 'tis odds, his--God's--folk's howls. Now, how must I apply, to try This hookiest-beaked of owls?