1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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