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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... present to the observant spectator , I have been anxious to communicate some idea of those scenes to my readers , and more especially to the younger por- tion of them ; being persuaded , that the impressions X PREFACE .
... present to the observant spectator , I have been anxious to communicate some idea of those scenes to my readers , and more especially to the younger por- tion of them ; being persuaded , that the impressions X PREFACE .
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... presents a dreary catalogue of troubles , occasioned by the loss of masts and sails in a gale of wind coming down channel - by the sea pouring in through the seams of the deck , and deluging my bed and cabin- and by other discomforts ...
... presents a dreary catalogue of troubles , occasioned by the loss of masts and sails in a gale of wind coming down channel - by the sea pouring in through the seams of the deck , and deluging my bed and cabin- and by other discomforts ...
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... present lot - trusting alone to the goodness of Him who could cast it in pleasant places . I went on deck at 6 A. M. , and ascertained from our second mate , who had charge of the watch , that we were only eight miles from the shore . I ...
... present lot - trusting alone to the goodness of Him who could cast it in pleasant places . I went on deck at 6 A. M. , and ascertained from our second mate , who had charge of the watch , that we were only eight miles from the shore . I ...
الصفحة 47
... present moment preaching forgiveness of sins through the blood of the Redeemer ! The harvest truly is plenteous , and has been long ripe for the sickle ; but where , it may be asked , are the reapers to gather it in ? Here and there ...
... present moment preaching forgiveness of sins through the blood of the Redeemer ! The harvest truly is plenteous , and has been long ripe for the sickle ; but where , it may be asked , are the reapers to gather it in ? Here and there ...
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... present misery they might , when death should arrive , be carried on angels ' wings to dwell for ever in happiness with the houris of paradise . Sitting between two fires till half roasted - swinging from a tree by a hook through the ...
... present misery they might , when death should arrive , be carried on angels ' wings to dwell for ever in happiness with the houris of paradise . Sitting between two fires till half roasted - swinging from a tree by a hook through the ...
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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.