1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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