Here you will find the Poem Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford of poet John Keats
I. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column Supports an old Bishop and Crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a larch Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier. II. Vice--that is, by turns,-- O'er pale faces mourns The black tassell'd trencher and common hat; The Chantry boy sings, The Steeple-bell rings, And as for the Chancellor--dominat. III. There are plenty of trees, And plenty of ease, And plenty of fat deer for Parsons; And when it is venison, Short is the benison,-- Then each on a leg or thigh fastens.