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... called to the contem- plation of another object`equally , if not more dis- tressing . Near the door of this horrid cage was erected a vile shed that was barely able to shelter one of the most miserable objects I ever had the misfor ...
... called to the contem- plation of another object`equally , if not more dis- tressing . Near the door of this horrid cage was erected a vile shed that was barely able to shelter one of the most miserable objects I ever had the misfor ...
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... called upon the name of her lovely babe . Starting from the ground , she made another effort to pursue the fell - monster who had disturbed her peace , perhaps , for ever ; but she again fell prone on the earth , and unable again to ...
... called upon the name of her lovely babe . Starting from the ground , she made another effort to pursue the fell - monster who had disturbed her peace , perhaps , for ever ; but she again fell prone on the earth , and unable again to ...
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... , he begged he might see her ; accordingly I called her , and she presently came running towards us , He did not behold her without evident marks of perturbation , but was soon reconciled to her appearance E 4 THE WANDERER . 79 €
... , he begged he might see her ; accordingly I called her , and she presently came running towards us , He did not behold her without evident marks of perturbation , but was soon reconciled to her appearance E 4 THE WANDERER . 79 €
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... called a bed , would no longer be in existence . One of Pivett's odd customs was to wan- der in the cathedral church of the city , for an hour or two every evening , before the doors were closed ; and he was always the last person in ...
... called a bed , would no longer be in existence . One of Pivett's odd customs was to wan- der in the cathedral church of the city , for an hour or two every evening , before the doors were closed ; and he was always the last person in ...
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... called Nurrah , situated at a small distance from Dhuboy . This unfortunate village had lately been destroyed by the ravages of a cruel and in- veterate enemy , and many of the houses , that had been overthrown , were yet smoking from ...
... called Nurrah , situated at a small distance from Dhuboy . This unfortunate village had lately been destroyed by the ravages of a cruel and in- veterate enemy , and many of the houses , that had been overthrown , were yet smoking from ...
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The wanderer: or, A collection of original tales and essays, Volume 1 Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) Visualização integral - 1803 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
adorned Ahmedabad amongst animals appeared arrived astonishing beautiful beheld Brahmins Cambay circumstance city of Dhuboy clouds consequence considerable darkness death degree delight distance door dreadful earth effect elegant endeavoured eternal eyes Fall of Foyers fear feet felt formed Fort Augustus gloom Guzerat happy heaven Hindoo Hindostan honour horrid hour human imagination immediately India Indian inhabitants Jamboseer JAMES WALLIS journey labour lake lake of Killarney length light lofty luxuriant magnificent Mahometan Mandwa mankind melancholy Mharattas mighty miles mind miserable Mogul Mogul empire monarch mosque mountains Nabob Nadir Shah nature never night notwithstanding o'er object passed Patan perceive Pivett poor possession prince principal proceeded Rajah remained render rich road rocks ruins Salsette scarcely scene scenery shew situation solemn soon species spot stood sublime surrounded tamarinds thou tion tivated town travellers trees vast walls whole wild woods wretches
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Página 15 - Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
Página 159 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 128 - Two of far nobler shape erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty seemed lords of all, And worthy seemed, for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom placed; Whence true authority in men...
Página 160 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Página 83 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 53 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Página 212 - Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds, All ether softening, sober Evening takes Her wonted station in the middle air ; A thousand shadows at her beck.
Página 212 - In circle following circle, gathers round, To close the face of things. A fresher gale Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn ; While the quail clamours for his running mate. Wide o'er the thistly lawn, as swells the breeze, A whitening shower of vegetable down Amusive floats.
Página 215 - Low walks the sun, and broadens by degrees, Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds Assembled gay, a richly-gorgeous train, In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Air, earth, and ocean smile immense.
Página 65 - Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight. The tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.