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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Página xiii
... Beautiful scenery . A Tiger ; but a stuffed one . bungalow at Colabah . Its Flowers . Principal buildings in the Fort . A great fire . Street architecture . other birds in towns . Kindness to animals . and their pigeons . A word on ...
... Beautiful scenery . A Tiger ; but a stuffed one . bungalow at Colabah . Its Flowers . Principal buildings in the Fort . A great fire . Street architecture . other birds in towns . Kindness to animals . and their pigeons . A word on ...
Página xvii
... beautiful work . English ladies and poor husbands . A box on the ear for stupidity . Indian butter . An old favourite . Sketch of Meeta and Metrane sweepers . Poor despised people . Chandalas forbidden to reside in towns . Their calling ...
... beautiful work . English ladies and poor husbands . A box on the ear for stupidity . Indian butter . An old favourite . Sketch of Meeta and Metrane sweepers . Poor despised people . Chandalas forbidden to reside in towns . Their calling ...
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... beautiful , that you scarcely know her again . Every- thing , in fact , that you see , as the ship steals through the waste of waters towards its destination , has a freshness and novelty about it which delights and enchants those who ...
... beautiful , that you scarcely know her again . Every- thing , in fact , that you see , as the ship steals through the waste of waters towards its destination , has a freshness and novelty about it which delights and enchants those who ...
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... beautiful flying - fish ( exocetus volitans ) , so often de- scribed by travellers . Five days after our departure from Porto Santo , we got into their track , and saw shoals of them springing into the air , a height of ten or twelve ...
... beautiful flying - fish ( exocetus volitans ) , so often de- scribed by travellers . Five days after our departure from Porto Santo , we got into their track , and saw shoals of them springing into the air , a height of ten or twelve ...
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... beautiful ocean . The air was delicious , and Madagascar no longer visible to us . A few albatrosses , those mighty inhabitants of these regions , kept us company ; and some stray Cape pigeons uttered their piercing little cry , as they ...
... beautiful ocean . The air was delicious , and Madagascar no longer visible to us . A few albatrosses , those mighty inhabitants of these regions , kept us company ; and some stray Cape pigeons uttered their piercing little cry , as they ...
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Sketches of India: With Notes on the Seasons, Scenery, and Society of Bombay ... Henry Moses Visualização integral - 1750 |
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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
Passagens conhecidas
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.