This is the pureſt exerciſe of health, / The kind refreſher of the ſummer-heats; / Nor, when cold Winter keens the brightening flood, / Would I weak-ſhivering linger on the brink.

'Regret' takes as its theme the regret of a betrousered old maid for the children she has never had.

He sighed and replied, 'All right. You can come. But to cook so much of payasam I will need much more firewood. Can you bring that with you?'

For now the despot’s blood-hounds with their prey, Unarmed and unaware, were gorging deep Their gluttony of death; the loose array Of horsemen o’er the wide fields murdering sweep, And with loud laughter for their tyrant reap A harvest sown with other hopes; […]