the cat - World eBook Library
the cat - World eBook Library the cat - World eBook Library
=THE CAT I only know they make me light and salutary meals And if — as 'tis my nature to — ere I devour, I tease 'em, Why should a low-bred gardener's boy pursue me with a besom? Should china fall, or chandeliers, or anything but stocks, Nay, stocks when they're in flower-pots, the cat ex- pects hard knocks; Should ever anything be missed,— milk, coals, um- brellas, brandy, The cat's pitched into with a boot, or anything that's handy. " I remember, I remember," how one night I " fleeted by," And gain'd the blessed tiles, and gazed into the cold, clear sky. " I remember, I remember, how my little lovers came," And there, beneath the crescent moon, play'd many a little game. They fought! by good St. Catherine, 'twas a fearful sight to see The coal-black crest, the glowering orbs, of one gi- gantic He. 128
THE CAT: Like bow by some tall bowman bent at Hastings or Poictiers, His huge back curved till none observed a vestige of his ears. He stood, an ebon crescent, flouting that ivory moon, Then raised the pibroch of his race, the Song without a Tune; Gleam'd his white teeth, his mammoth tail waved darkly to and fro, As with one complex yell he burst, all claws, upon the foe. It thrills me now, that final Miaow, that weird, un- earthly din; Lone maidens heard it far away, and leap'd out of their skin; A pot-boy from his den o'erhead peep'd with a scared, wan face, Then sent a random brickbat down, which knock'd me into space. Nine days I fell,— or thereabouts,— and, had we not nine lives, I wis I ne'er had seen again thy sausage-shop, St. Ives! Had I, as some cats have, nine tails, how gladly I would lick 129
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THE CAT:<br />
Like bow by some tall bowman bent at Hastings or<br />
Poictiers,<br />
His huge back curved till none observed a vestige of<br />
his ears.<br />
He stood, an ebon crescent, flouting that ivory moon,<br />
Then raised <strong>the</strong> pibroch of his race, <strong>the</strong> Song without<br />
a Tune;<br />
Gleam'd his white teeth, his mammoth tail waved<br />
darkly to and fro,<br />
As with one complex yell he burst, all claws, upon<br />
<strong>the</strong> foe.<br />
It thrills me now, that final Miaow, that weird, un-<br />
earthly din;<br />
Lone maidens heard it far away, and leap'd out of<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir skin;<br />
A pot-boy from his den o'erhead peep'd with a scared,<br />
wan face,<br />
Then sent a random brickbat down, which knock'd<br />
me into space.<br />
Nine days I fell,— or <strong>the</strong>reabouts,— and, had we not<br />
nine lives,<br />
I wis I ne'er had seen again thy sausage-shop, St.<br />
Ives!<br />
Had I, as some <strong>cat</strong>s have, nine tails, how gladly I<br />
would lick<br />
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