Methinks there's a genius Roams in the mountains, Girdled with ivy And robed in wisteria, Lips ever smiling, Of noble demeanour, Driving the yellow
pard, Tiger-attended, Couched in a chariot With banners of cassia, Cloaked with the orchid, And crowned with azaleas; Culling the perfume Of sweet flowers, he leaves In the heart a dream-blossom, Memory haunting.
"Here, now, don't you hit my
pard!" and the next moment he had grappled with the doctor and the two were struggling with might and main, trampling the grass and tearing the ground with their heels.
I made up my mind to get out the back way, if there was a back way, and I asked the shopwoman if I could step out there and look for the escaped slave, who was believed to be in hiding back there somewhere, and said I was an officer in disguise, and my
pard was yonder at the door with one of the murderers in charge, and would she be good enough to step there and tell him he needn't wait, but had better go at once to the further end of the back alley and be ready to head him off when I rousted him out.
"You've hit it there,
pard," the young hunter answered.
The new old gentleman turns brisk towards Ab Turner and his
pard, and his eye lights up like he judged he'd got the king THIS time, and says:
The
pard is not more bold, nor the lion nor savage wild-boar, which is fiercest and most dauntless of all creatures, than are the proud sons of Panthous.
Yet Raffles, with me in his arms, crossed the zone of peril softly as the
pard.
Why not cut that all out and be
pards forever more?"
About them frisking playd All Beasts of th' Earth, since wilde, and of all chase In Wood or Wilderness, Forrest or Den; Sporting the Lion rampd, and in his paw Dandl'd the Kid; Bears, Tygers, Ounces,
Pards Gambold before them, th' unwieldy Elephant To make them mirth us'd all his might, & wreathd His Lithe Proboscis; close the Serpent sly Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine His breaded train, and of his fatal guile Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass Coucht, and now fild with pasture gazing sat, Or Bedward ruminating: for the Sun Declin'd was hasting now with prone carreer To th' Ocean Iles, and in th' ascending Scale Of Heav'n the Starrs that usher Evening rose: When SATAN still in gaze, as first he stood, Scarce thus at length faild speech recoverd sad.
Jeff's complicated relationship with
Pard is honest, sweet, and compelling, especially in comparison to some of the bawdy tales his classmates tell.
"A decision as important as how to order your medicine shouldn't be left up to the insurance companies but rather firmly placed in the hands of the consumer," says Barry Jacobs, executive director of
PARD. "Prescription for Choice is about putting the emphasis back on preference and convenience, rather than looking at the bottom line."
"I always pray for Native men and women to become a priest or a nun," said
Pard. "I think it would be nice to have a First Nation priest ...