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ON ANGLING 26 J |
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Accounts thus balanced, Hassan was departing,
Who had till now prlong'd his stay ; When AH, from his cushion starting,
For the smart jest must pay. " You have borne much," he said, " for justice sake. Here, honest Hassan, this bright jewel take." So grateful Hassan stopp'd salaam to make, Then chuckling went his way.
THE OYSTER. With feelings strange and undefined
I gaze upon thy face, Thou choice and fancy specimen
Of an ill-fated race! How calmly, yea, how meekly
Thou reclinest in thy shell, But what thy woes and sufferings are,
Man may conjecture well; For thou hast life as well as he
Who heedlessly takes thine, And if thou could'st but speak, would draw
Forth tears as briny as thy brine. For thou wert torn from home and friends,
And every heartfelt wish, Thou hapless, helpless, innocent —
Mute, persecuted fish. Perhaps thou hadst been lately join'd
To some soft plump young bride, Who oped her mouth with thee for food.
When flowed the flowing tide. |
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