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THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,
DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES. 
WAS 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.
 Mr. Walpole, after the death of Mr. Gray, placed the China vasc in question on a pedestal at Strawberry-Hill, with the first four lines of the Ode for its inscription.
T'was on this Vase's lofty side, &c.
Still had she gaz'd; but ’midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, 
The Genii of the stream: Their scaly armour'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 smild) The slipp'ry verge her feet beguild,
She tumbled headlong in.
 Var.--Two beauteous forms.
First edition in Dodsley's Misc.
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.
DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.
"Ανθρωπος έκανή πρόφασις εις το δυςυχέιν. .
[This was the first English production of Mr. Gray that appeared in
print, and was published in folio, by Dodsley, in 1747. About the same time, at Mr. Walpole's request, Mr. Gray sat for his picture to Echart; in which, on a paper which he held in his hand, Mr. Walpole wrote the title of this Ode ; and to intimate his own high and just opinion of it, as a first production, he added this line of Lucan by way of motto: Nec licuit populis parvum te, Nile, videre,
Pharsalia, lib. x. I. 296.] YE distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the wat’ry glade,
Her Henry's holy shade (e);
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
His silver-winding way:
(8) King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College,
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields belov'd in vain!
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 enthral?
Dryden's Fable on the Pythag. System.