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Amelia Opie - The Moon and the CometAmelia Opie - The Moon and the Comet
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This fact is clear….Both man and woman Prize not what`s good, but what`s uncommon ; And most delighted still they are, Not with the excellent, but rare,…. I could of this give proofs most stable, But, par exemple , take a fable. `T was night….but still a mimic day Shone softly forth from milky way; For now the bright unclouded moon `Was riding in her highest noon….` Who, as she slowly sailed along, Beheld a most unusual throng With eyes upraised devoutly gazing, And heard, "Behold! see there! amazing!" "What can this mean?" dame Cynthia said, "Perhaps," and high she drew her head, "Perhaps that I to earth tonight Shine with unwonted beauty bright; And therefore mortals in amaze Come crowding forth on me to gaze;" And then,….for heavenly beauties love, Like earthly ones, applause to move,…. She stooped, within a lake below To see how looked her sparkling brow: And as her crescent she adjusted, She thought, if mirrors might be trusted, That night, so wondrous was her beauty, To gaze on her was mortals` duty. But O! sad fall to female pride! She soon with wondering looks descried `Twas not on her that eyes were turned; For her no curious ardour burned; At her no telescopes were aimed, Nor wonder at her charms proclaimed;…. Some other idol now, she found, Had fickle man in fetters bound; And Cynthia was compelled to own, Unseen her matchless beauty shone. "But what," she cried, "thus rivals me? I all the stars and planets see…. Orion has his belt in order; Of Saturn`s ring bright shines the border; Mars sports his coat of reddest hue; The Bear has put his horses to;…. But still, these sights so oft are seen, There`s nothing new in them I ween: And after all I know the cry Is, `they are nought when I am by….` `Tis strange; and I shall surely pout Until I`ve found my rival out." This said, she looked on every side With eager looks of wounded pride, And round with all the spite inspected Of conscious beauty quite neglected; When, lo! she saw with wondring breast, Just twinkling in the northern west, And dimly seen, since seen from far, A rayless, misty, long-tailed star; While homage from her charms was ravished, To be on this poor Comet lavished! W—k—e, beware! Though amateurs, And nobles, artists, connoisseurs, Thy works admire, thy skill commend, And smiling o`er thy canvass bend, Thy powers will be no more respected, Thy crowded easel soon neglected, If ever artist should appear (The comet of dame fashion`s sphere,) Who works to wondering London shows Not done with fingers, but with….toes.
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