Signor Topsy-Turvy's wonderful magic lantern or The World turned upside down. By the author of "My Mother," and other poems [Ann and Jane Taylor]. Illustrated with twenty-four engravings |
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THE MOON IN THE DUMPS.
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THE MOON IN THE DUMPS.
'Tis said that once, in former days,
The moon (too proud to borrow)
Inform'd the sun she'd use his rays
No longer than the morrow.
The moon (too proud to borrow)
Inform'd the sun she'd use his rays
No longer than the morrow.
For aught she knew, she was as bright
As any of her neighbours,
And therefore begg'd he'd save his light,
For less offensive labours.
As any of her neighbours,
And therefore begg'd he'd save his light,
For less offensive labours.
The sun, who loved a little mirth,
Respectfully obey'd her,
And stood and laugh'd behind the earth,
At what a trick he'd play'd her;
Respectfully obey'd her,
And stood and laugh'd behind the earth,
At what a trick he'd play'd her;
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For not a single ray of light
Around her forehead glitter'd:
The merry wag enjoyed her fright,
And all the planets titter'd:
Around her forehead glitter'd:
The merry wag enjoyed her fright,
And all the planets titter'd:
But when he saw her silly face
With crimson blushes burning,
He presently resum'd his place,
And gave her back again the rays,
She'd just before been spurning.
With crimson blushes burning,
He presently resum'd his place,
And gave her back again the rays,
She'd just before been spurning.
A.
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