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... gloom that nearly concealed it from my view , and as I approached the horrid spot , I was just able to perceive through a small grated window , high in the solid wall , the spectral form of a human being , lying in the most obscure ...
... gloom that nearly concealed it from my view , and as I approached the horrid spot , I was just able to perceive through a small grated window , high in the solid wall , the spectral form of a human being , lying in the most obscure ...
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... gloom of ignorance and superstition . I am sensible of , and do now feel , the glad cer- tainty that knowledge is increasing , and spread- ing like the smiles of heaven over all the plains of the earth . The picture of almost every ...
... gloom of ignorance and superstition . I am sensible of , and do now feel , the glad cer- tainty that knowledge is increasing , and spread- ing like the smiles of heaven over all the plains of the earth . The picture of almost every ...
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... abode to range the nightly regions of gloom and vapour . As I slowly descended a narrow path that wound down into the valley before me , I sud- denly heard a dreadful crashing through the thick bushes on C3 THE WANDERER . 29.
... abode to range the nightly regions of gloom and vapour . As I slowly descended a narrow path that wound down into the valley before me , I sud- denly heard a dreadful crashing through the thick bushes on C3 THE WANDERER . 29.
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... gloom of melancholy that shrouds every remaining view of life . Those are the moments , perhaps , of all others , when the desponding mind can be most benefited by the salient balm and comforts of true religion . But even here the ...
... gloom of melancholy that shrouds every remaining view of life . Those are the moments , perhaps , of all others , when the desponding mind can be most benefited by the salient balm and comforts of true religion . But even here the ...
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... , or Nun- neries ; where so many hundreds of my fellow- creatures , were immersed in the gloom of bar- barous solitude , for the whole period of their earthly career ; and effectually prevented from administering to the THE WANDERER , 43.
... , or Nun- neries ; where so many hundreds of my fellow- creatures , were immersed in the gloom of bar- barous solitude , for the whole period of their earthly career ; and effectually prevented from administering to the THE WANDERER , 43.
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The wanderer: or, A collection of original tales and essays, Volume 1 Charles Fothergill (of Salisbury.) Visualização integral - 1803 |
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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.