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Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The velvet of her paws,
She saw; and purr'd applause.
Still had she gazed; but ’midst the tide
The Genii of the stream:
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.
DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALI
I RICHARD WE STALL,RA. ENGRAVED BY W. FINDEN:
ON A DISTANT
"Av@zoonos, ixar ogódaris eis tÒ SUOTUX Eūv.
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watery glade,
Her Henry's' holy shade;
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
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.