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Who said—“Two Cases and Strikes of Counter
Stand in mirage. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered key lies, whose frown,
And £2 cost, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its buyer well those gambling passions read
Which yet survive, streamed on these lifeless things,
The hand that clicked them, and the heart that fed (the addiction);
And on the screen, these words appear:
My name is Blast, King of Kings;
Har on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that gambling Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level inventorys stretch far away.”