With mouth that flings about the creamy foam,
The snorting turbulence, the nod, the champing,
The shift, the tossing, and the fiery tramping.
Leigh Hunt—Rimini.
19. Lady.— Your witless puss;
While many a stroke of fondness glides
Along her back and tabby sides,
Dilated swells her glossy fur,
And softly sings her busy pur;
As timing well the equal sound,