unknown author, Tixall Poetry (1813)
“ And in the ayre we dance on high To the loud musick of the sky. About the moone we make a ring, And falling stars we wanton fling Like squibbs and rocketts, for a toy, While what frights others is our joy. ”
unknown author, Tixall Poetry (1813)
“ And in the ayre we dance on high To the loud musick of the sky. About the moone we make a ring, And falling stars we wanton fling Like squibbs and rocketts, for a toy, While what frights others is our joy. ”