Sketches of India: With Notes on the Seasons, Scenery, and Society of Bombay, Elephanta, and SalsetteSimpkin, Marshall & Company, 1750 - 300 من الصفحات |
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... course , constitute a topic too important to be omitted , even in the slightest or most desultory account of that country . India is now ripe for the sickle ; but , alas ! the mighty harvest of ignorance and superstition has yet to be ...
... course , constitute a topic too important to be omitted , even in the slightest or most desultory account of that country . India is now ripe for the sickle ; but , alas ! the mighty harvest of ignorance and superstition has yet to be ...
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... course , hundred of miles from any known land - all supply food to the imagination , and tend to elevate the mind to the Great Author and Governor of all things . It may be a little out of place here to speak of what we saw on the ...
... course , hundred of miles from any known land - all supply food to the imagination , and tend to elevate the mind to the Great Author and Governor of all things . It may be a little out of place here to speak of what we saw on the ...
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... course was put about ; and but a few minutes had elapsed before every hand had turned out , and every eye was strained to catch a glimpse of the boat , which had disappeared in the fog . It was an anxious moment to all on board . No one ...
... course was put about ; and but a few minutes had elapsed before every hand had turned out , and every eye was strained to catch a glimpse of the boat , which had disappeared in the fog . It was an anxious moment to all on board . No one ...
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... course of the morning this poor lad came up to me on the quarter - deck , and , after looking at me very earnestly , asked , with much simplicity , whether I thought poor Tom was eaten by the sharks by this time . There was something so ...
... course of the morning this poor lad came up to me on the quarter - deck , and , after looking at me very earnestly , asked , with much simplicity , whether I thought poor Tom was eaten by the sharks by this time . There was something so ...
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... course depends upon the captain , who has many blessed opportunities of doing good to those entrusted to his care . I am now , it must be under- stood , speaking with reference to the Merchant Ser- vice ; that great nursery for British ...
... course depends upon the captain , who has many blessed opportunities of doing good to those entrusted to his care . I am now , it must be under- stood , speaking with reference to the Merchant Ser- vice ; that great nursery for British ...
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الصفحة 178 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
الصفحة 200 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
الصفحة 19 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
الصفحة 118 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
الصفحة 38 - O ETERNAL Lord God, who alone spreadest out the heavens, and rulest the raging of the sea ; who hast compassed the waters with bounds, until day and night come to an end...
الصفحة 134 - Let us adore the supremacy of that divine sun, the god-head who illuminates all, who recreates all, from whom all proceed, to whom all must return, whom we invoke to direct our understandings aright in our progress towards his holy seat.
الصفحة 90 - But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, And lose them in each other, as appears In every bud that blows...
الصفحة 109 - Every man is brutish in his knowledge : every founder is confounded by the graven image : for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them. They are vanity, and the work of errors : in the time of their visitation they shall perish.
الصفحة 26 - And amidst the flashing and feathery foam, The stormy petrel finds a home; A home, if such a place may be For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young, and to teach them to spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing!
الصفحة 189 - Like the gale, that sighs along Beds of oriental flowers, Is the grateful breath of song, That once was heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, Though the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its memory lives in Music's breath.