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ON THE SPRING,
Lo! where the rosy-bosom’d Hours,
Fair Venus' train, appear,
And wake the purple year!
The untaught harmony of Spring : While, whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs through the clear blue sky
Their gather'd fragrance fling.
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader browner shade,
O'er-canopies the glade,
(At ease reclin'd in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud,
How indigent the great!
Still is the toiling hand of Care;
The panting herds repose :
The busy murmur glows !
And float amid the liquid noon:
Quick-glancing to the sun.
To Contemplation's sober eye
Such is the race of Man :
Shall end where they began.
In Fortune's varying colours drest: Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance
They leave, in dust to rest.
Methinks I hear, in accents low,
The sportive kind reply:
A solitary fly!
No painted plumage to display:
We frolic while 'tis May.
DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,
DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES,
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dy'd
The azure flowers, that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclin'd,
Gaz'd on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declar'd;
The velvet of her paws,
She saw; and purr'd applause.
Still had she gaz’d; 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 smil'd) 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, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd,
And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize,
Nor all, that glisters, gold.