down at her baffled enemy. And the strange 

 thing is that, within the house, these two 

 may be on terms of easy friendship, lying on 

 the same rug and even lapping from the same 

 dish. 



< To be sure it was on a garden seat that 

 Swinburne was sitting when he addressed his 

 beautiful lines to a cat : 



Stately ', kindly ', lordly friend \ 



Condescend 



Here to sit by me, and turn 

 Glorious eyes that smile and burn, 

 Golden eyes, love's lustrous meed, 

 On the golden page I read. 



All your wondrous wealth of hair, 



Dark and fair, 

 Silken-shaggy, soft and bright 

 As the clouds and beams of night, 

 Pays my reverent hand's caress 

 Back with friendlier gentleness. 



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