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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB, by THOMAS GRAY Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Twas on a lofty vase's side Last Line: Nor all, that glisters, gold. Variant Title(s): Ode On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes;gray's Elegy On Horace Walpole's Cat;on The Death Of A Favourite Cat;on A Favorite Cat Drowned In A Tub Of Goldfishes Subject(s): Animals; Cats; Death; Death - Animals; Goldfish; Mourning; Dead, The; Bereavement | |||
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw; and purr'd applause. Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The Genii of the stream; Their scaly armor's Tyrian hue Thro' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam. The hapless Nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first and then a claw, 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 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 beguil'd, She tumbled headlong in. Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A Fav'rite has no friend! From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retiev'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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY |
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