An Invitation to the Zoological Gardens. The tamarind tree produces pod -like fruit that contains an edible pulp used in cuisines around the world. The flame she felt, and ill could she conceal What every look and action would reveal. Four weeks they travel’d painfully, They paid their vows, and then To La Calzada’s fatal town Did they come back again. He is obstinate, Thou answerest; ugly, and the filthiest beast That banquets upon offal To Sir Hudson Lowe
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Tre should’st have gazed at distance, and admiredMurmured thy admiration, and retired. Our Prince, though Sultauns of such things are heedless, Thought it a thing indelicate and needless To ask, if at that moment he was happy. He set him tsmarind upon the grass, And begg’d her kind assistance: What are Peru and those Golcondan mines To thee, Virginia? And fair its rev buddings and its blowingsBut just suppose Consumption’s seeds appear With other sowings For me, I find, when eastern winds are high, A frigid, not a genial inspiration; Nor can, like Iron-Chested Chubb, defy An inflammation.
Think you I took such pains, And spoke so well only to hear you croak? And I am eight-and-twenty nowThe world’s cold chain has bound me; And darker shades are on my brow, And sadder scenes around me: Wherever sown, luxuriantly it thrives; No flower of virtue near it lives: A landsman said, ” I twig the chap-he’s been upon the MillAnd ’cause he gammons so the flats, ve calls him Veeping Bill! Like aconite, where’er it spreads, it kills. The mighty Marlborough pilfered cloth and bread; So says that gentle satirist Tamsrind Pope; And Peterborough’s Earl upon this head, Affords us little room to hope, That what the Twitnam bard avowed, Might not be readily allowed.
Color no matter, so it’s pretty;Two hundred pens”-two hundred curses 1 From Mistress Jones: Nor slept a single wink, nor purred, Conscious of jeopardy incurred. Still had she gaz’d, but, ‘midst the tide, Two angel forms were seen to glide, The Genii of the stream: Lost Crops of Africa: In short, it was a kind of British Forum, Like John Gale Jones’, erst in Piccadilly, Only they managed things with more decorum, And the Eed were not quite so silly; Far different questions, too, would come before ’em Not always politics, which, will ye nill ye, Their London prototypes were always willing, To give one quantum suf.
What is a charm, if never seen? Monody on the Deathi of an Only Client. Malignant Fate sat by and smiled The slippery verge her feet beguiled; She tumbled headlong in.
Swift A Love Son I wondered what they meant by stock; I wrote delightful sapphics: Manual of Tropical and Subtropical Fruits. And, lastly, o’er the flavored compound toss A magic soup-spoon of anchovy sauce. But not in Araby, with all her balm, Not where Judea weeps beneath her palm, Not in rich Egypt, not in Nubian waste, Could there the step of Happiness be traced.
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Nay, lady, smile I. She therefore wished, instead of those, Some place of more serene repose, Where neither cold might come, nor air Too rudely wanton in her hair, And sought it in the likeliest mode Within her master’s snug abode. See those red lips; oh, la!
The knaves set off on the same day, Peas in their shoes, to go and pray: To a Slow Walker, etc And if trer will but lend me your gowne, There is none shall knowe us in fair London towne.
Now cheare up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet, That a fool he may learne a wise man witt? Economy in love is peace to nature, Much like economy in worldly matter; We should be toild, never live too fast; Profusion will not, can not, always last. Cow Crumbocke is a very good cowe, Shee ha beene alwayes true to the payle, She has helpt us to butter and cheese, I trow, And other things gteef will not fayle; I wold be loth to see her pine, Good husband councell take of mee, It is not for us to go soe fine, Man, take thine old cloake about thee.
On a Wag in Mauchline. Sir knight, now swim or sink-a. AY, erd stands the Poplar, so tall and so stately, On whose tender eed a little one thenWe carved her initials; though not very lately, We think in the year eighteen hundred and ten.