A CAT I sing, of famous memory, Though @3cat@1achrestical my song may be; In a small garden @3cat@1acomb she lies, And @3cat@1aclysms fill her comrades' eyes; Borne on the air, the @3cat@1acoustic song Swells with her virtues' @3cat@1alogue along, No @3cat@1aplasm could lengthen out her years, Though mourning friends shed @3cat@1aracts of tears. Once loud and strong her @3cat@1echist-like voice It dwindled to a @3cat@1call's squeaking noise; Most @3cat@1egorical her virtues shone, By @3cat@1enation join'd each one to one; -- But a vile @3cat@1chpoll dog, with cruel bite, Like @3cat@1ling's cut, her strength disabled quite; Her @3cat@1erwauling pierced the heavy air, As @3cat@1aphracts their arms through legions bear; 'Tis vain! as @3cat@1erpillars drag away Their lengths, like @3cat@1tle after busy day, She ling'ring died, nor left in kit @3kat@1 the Embodyment of this @3cat@1astrophe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SKELETON OF THE FUTURE; AT LENIN'S TOMB by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 124 by ALFRED TENNYSON AH, BIND MY HANDS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |