1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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