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The COMET.
To a Divine, On his saying, He had seen every Thing but a Comet.
Great has your Pleasure, Doctor, been,
You Nature's choicest Works have seen,
All, but a Comet—and
Would Nature by her dread Command,
One of her long-tail'd Children bring,
You might say, you've seen every Thing.
You Nature's choicest Works have seen,
All, but a Comet—and
Would Nature by her dread Command,
One of her long-tail'd Children bring,
You might say, you've seen every Thing.
If so—you must have, Doctor, seen,
All Sarah hides in quilted Green;
I long to know how it appear'd,—
A Comet has a flaming Beard.
'Tis Comet-like, if I guess right,
At once 'twill entertain and fright;
'Tis Comet-like, agreed by all,
And seldom seen, but Great Men fall.
All Sarah hides in quilted Green;
I long to know how it appear'd,—
A Comet has a flaming Beard.
'Tis Comet-like, if I guess right,
At once 'twill entertain and fright;
'Tis Comet-like, agreed by all,
And seldom seen, but Great Men fall.
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