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Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets,
No painted plumage to display:
We frolic while 'tis May.
DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,
Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes.
The azure flowers, that blow;
Gaz'd on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declar'd;
The velvet of her paws,
She saw; and purrd applause.
Still had she gaz'd; 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 gulph between : (Malignant Fate sat by and smild) The slipp'ry verge her feet beguild,
She tumbled headlong in,
Eight times emerging from the flood,
Some speedy aid to send.
A Fav'rite has no friend!
From hence, ye Beauties, undeceivd,
And be with caution bold.
Nor all that glitters, gold.
ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON
That crown the wat’ry 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 beloy'd in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!
As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
To breathe a second spring.
Say, Father THAMES, for thou hast seen
Full many a sprightly race
The paths of pleasure trace,
The captive linnet which enthrall ?
progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed,
Or urge the flying ball?
While some on earnest business bent,
Their murm’ring labours ply 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
To sweeten liberty:
And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy..
Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new,
And lively Cheer, of Vigour born; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light,
That fly th' approach of morn.
Alas! regardless of their doom
The little victims play!
Nor care beyond to-day:
And black Misfortune's baleful train ! Ah, shew them where in ambush stand, To seize their prey, the murd'rous band !
Ah, tell them they are men !