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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الصفحة xiii
... Early impressions . CHAPTER II . A chat with the reader . Resources of India . My friend's Minah and Little children An idle hour Beautiful scenery . A Tiger ; but a stuffed one . bungalow at Colabah . Its Flowers . Principal buildings ...
... Early impressions . CHAPTER II . A chat with the reader . Resources of India . My friend's Minah and Little children An idle hour Beautiful scenery . A Tiger ; but a stuffed one . bungalow at Colabah . Its Flowers . Principal buildings ...
الصفحة xv
... Early risers in Bombay . Muggy days . Heavy dews of night . Drooping of leaves and flowers . Insects . Tree lizard , its habits . Bun- galow Lizard . Large Kites . Snakes , Cobra Manilla . Death of an officer from bite of carpet snake ...
... Early risers in Bombay . Muggy days . Heavy dews of night . Drooping of leaves and flowers . Insects . Tree lizard , its habits . Bun- galow Lizard . Large Kites . Snakes , Cobra Manilla . Death of an officer from bite of carpet snake ...
الصفحة 49
... Early Impressions . A Chat with the Reader . Beautiful Scenery . A Tiger ; but a stuffed one . My Friend's Bun galow at Colabah . Its Flowers . Principal Buildings in the Fort . A great Fire . Street Architecture . Minah and other Birds ...
... Early Impressions . A Chat with the Reader . Beautiful Scenery . A Tiger ; but a stuffed one . My Friend's Bun galow at Colabah . Its Flowers . Principal Buildings in the Fort . A great Fire . Street Architecture . Minah and other Birds ...
الصفحة 50
... Early happy hours are the " green spots on memory's waste ; " and on the recollection of such green spots we all delight to dwell . Life is not altogether a vale of tears and sorrow ; the Almighty , in his great goodness , has provided ...
... Early happy hours are the " green spots on memory's waste ; " and on the recollection of such green spots we all delight to dwell . Life is not altogether a vale of tears and sorrow ; the Almighty , in his great goodness , has provided ...
الصفحة 56
... Early of a morning , I have seen little children filling the stone troughs , so often met with in Indian villages , with water , to supply the wants of the many animals that pass up and down during the day , in the dry , hot season ...
... Early of a morning , I have seen little children filling the stone troughs , so often met with in Indian villages , with water , to supply the wants of the many animals that pass up and down during the day , in the dry , hot season ...
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amusement animals appear arrack Ayeh Back Bay beautiful bheestie birds Bombay Bombay harbour Brahmins breeze bungalow carried cast centipede character cocoa-nut Colabah coloured cool creatures curious deck delicious Doorga dress earth East Elephanta England English esplanade eyes favourite feet flowers fruit Guzerat hand happy harbour Hindoo honour hot season India inhabitants insects island Jews labour ladies land laudanum live look lovely Malabar Point miles Mohammedan monsoon morning native never night officers once ornaments palanquin Parsee passed peep perhaps Poonah poor Portuguese prayers punkah rains religious residence rich roof round rupees sacred Salsette scene seen seldom servants ship shore side Sir Jamsetjee Sir Jamsetjee Jeejeebhoy sleep soon strange streets Sudra sweet tank temples tent things thought tiger town trees turban vessel voyage walk wood worship Zoroaster
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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.