1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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