The press, or literary chit-chat A Satire [by J. H. Reynolds] |
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(Gog, the great city chief, was sentBy aldermen to banishment
From civic dainties, for the wits
Had roused the slumbers of the cits
By saying he had brains as good
As any of their brotherhood.
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Without assigning why or wherefore,
Order'd poor Gog to quit his station
And straightway leave their convocation.
Gog went by air, as he was able,
And, after distant flight,
Fell, like king Log in ancient fable,
A monarch to the sight!
Bas-Bleusia was the happy isle
Favour'd with Gog's benignant smile.)
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