1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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