1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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