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Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes by Thomas Gray

’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 … Continue reading

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