Some of the best work of a certain bad poet, is about cats. Algernon Swinburne was born on April 5, 1837. He wrote these lines:
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.
He might have been describing his cat Atossa.
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