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THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,
DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES.
'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
The azure flowers that blow;
Gazed on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declared ;
The velvet of her paws,
She saw; and purr'd applause.
Still had she gazed; but ʼmidst the tide
The Genii of the stream:
Betray'd a golden gleam.
The hapless nymph with wonder saw;
With many an ardent wish,
What Cat's averse to fish?
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sat by and smiled), The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood,
Some speedy aid to send.
A favourite has no friend!
From hence ye beauties, undeceived,
And be with caution bold.
Nor all that glisters, gold.
ON A DISTANT
PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.
"Ανθρωπος, έκανή πρόφασις εις το δυστυχείν.
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
atery glade, Where grateful Science still adores
Her Henry's' holy shade; And
ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights the expanse below
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along
His silver-winding way:
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
A stranger yet to pain!
King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College.