Rejected Addresses by James Smith;Horace Smith
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page 42 of 139 (30%)
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"The vollied flame rides in my breath,
My blast is elemental death; This hand shall tear your paper bonds to pieces; Ingross your deeds, assignments, leases, My breath shall every line erase Soon as I blow the blaze." The lawyers are met at the Crown and Anchor, And Yamen's visage grows blanker and blanker; The lawyers are met at the Anchor and Crown, And Yamen's cheek is a russety brown: Veeshnoo, now thy work proceeds; The solicitor reads, And, merit of merit! Red wax and green ferret Are fixed at the foot of the deeds! Yamen beheld and shiver'd; His finger and thumb were cramp'd; His ear by the flea in 't was bitten, When he saw by the lawyer's clerk written, Sealed and delivered, Being first duly stamped. "Now for my turn!" the demon cries, and blows A blast of sulphur from his mouth and nose. Ah! bootless aim! the critic fiend, Sagacious Yamen, judge of hell, Is judged in his turn; Parchment won't burn! |
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