1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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