Such frightful words as tinged his Lady’s cheek:)
Unhappy bird! who had no power to prove,
Save by such speech, his gratitude and love.
A gray old cat his whiskers lick’d beside;
A type of sadness in the house of pride.
The polish’d surface of an India chest,
A glassy globe, in frame of ivory, press’d;
Where swam two finny creatures; one of gold,
Of silver one; both beauteous to behold:-
All these were form’d the guiding taste to suit;