ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES. 'Twas on a lofty vase's side, The pensive Selima, reclined, Her conscious tail her joy declared ; Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide The Genii of the stream: Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue The hapless nymph with wonder saw; With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What Cat's averse to fish? Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Eight times emerging from the flood, No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: From hence ye beauties, undeceived, Not all that tempts your wandering eyes ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE. Ἄνθρωπος, ἱκανὴ πρόφασις εἰς τὸ δυστυχεῖν. MENANDER. YE distant spires, ye antique towers, Her Henry's' holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, His silver-winding way: Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, 1 King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College. |