'Twas on a lofty vase's side

First Line 'Twas on a lofty vase's side
Author Thomas Gray
Date 1748
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Occasional (Death of a cat) [Animals, pets]. 

Transcribed from "On the death of a favorite cat, drowned in a tub of goldfishes." London magazine, or, Gentleman's monthly intelligencer, vol. 17, April 1748, p. 183. British Periodicals, [ProQuest document ID] 5223708. 

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'Twas a loft vase's side,

Where China's gayest art had dy'd

The azure flowers, that blow;

The pensive Selima reclin'd,

Demurest of the tabby kind,

Gaz'd on the lake below.

 

Her conscious tail her joy declar'd,

The fair round face, the snowy beard,

The velvet of the paws,

The coat that with the tortoise vies,

Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,

She saw; and purr'd applause.

 

Still had she gaz'd; but 'midst the tide

Two beauteous 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 a foe 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 stir'd:

Nor cruel Tom, nor Harry heard,

What fav'rite has a 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.