Sketches of India: With Notes on the Seasons, Scenery, and Society of Bombay, Elephanta, and SalsetteSimpkin, Marshall & Company, 1750 - 300 páginas |
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... all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers . - STERNE . LONDON : PUBLISHED BY SIMPKIN , MARSHALL & Co. STATIONERS ' HALL COURT . MDCCL , OPINIONS OF THE PRESS . " Full of amusing anecdote SKETCHES OF INDIA :
... all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers . - STERNE . LONDON : PUBLISHED BY SIMPKIN , MARSHALL & Co. STATIONERS ' HALL COURT . MDCCL , OPINIONS OF THE PRESS . " Full of amusing anecdote SKETCHES OF INDIA :
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... fruits , Golden Oriole and jungle cock . Shere Khan and his good works . Neglect of old tanks . Cool breezes and Delhi shawls . A peep into the sick man's chamber . Jellies and sweet peas . How to eat Mangoes . Poisonous miasma . of ...
... fruits , Golden Oriole and jungle cock . Shere Khan and his good works . Neglect of old tanks . Cool breezes and Delhi shawls . A peep into the sick man's chamber . Jellies and sweet peas . How to eat Mangoes . Poisonous miasma . of ...
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... fruit , fresh meat , and other good things necessary for the voyage . After a re- quest that she should be reported as soon as we should arrive in Bombay , from whence she had sailed— which request was roared through a speaking- trumpet ...
... fruit , fresh meat , and other good things necessary for the voyage . After a re- quest that she should be reported as soon as we should arrive in Bombay , from whence she had sailed— which request was roared through a speaking- trumpet ...
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... fruit and its wax - like flowers . Shading the dining - room windows was a shrub , about eight feet high , that every morning during the two months of my residence with my friend , was loaded with hundreds of large brilliant yellow ...
... fruit and its wax - like flowers . Shading the dining - room windows was a shrub , about eight feet high , that every morning during the two months of my residence with my friend , was loaded with hundreds of large brilliant yellow ...
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... fruits in manhood ; for the domestic hearth of the gentle Hindoo is never so happy as when surrounded by his descendants , even to the second and third generations . In short , nothing but poverty or death ever separates the members of ...
... fruits in manhood ; for the domestic hearth of the gentle Hindoo is never so happy as when surrounded by his descendants , even to the second and third generations . In short , nothing but poverty or death ever separates the members of ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.