Luyện nghe bài hát Seraphic Deviltry

Whether He the quaint savant's power doth hold I not,
Albeit aetat a thousand birth He is -
I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of is He held,
And by plastic e'en more servants to the host added are -
Pelf are, dare I say!
Maugre His diurnal seraphic
I say that deviltry - forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades is;
To the glore is He suffer'd.
"Grant me the fallings", quoth He, "the the better!",
And died they of
are not slaughtering their fatlings;
They are themselves.
I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
And dare I say this burden was,
Wrack of His motion was I named,
Tho' and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine - yet whetted a dight are its edges...