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Anglo-Indian Domestic Life:

A Letter from an Artist in India to His Mother in England (Google eBook)
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Thacker, Spink, 1862 - Anglo-Indians - 188 pages
  

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Page 155 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Page 169 - Tis listening fear, and dumb amazement all: When to the startled eye the sudden glance Appears far south, eruptive through the cloud; And following slower, in explosion vast, The Thunder raises his tremendous voice. At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The tempest growls...
Page 169 - ... explosion vast, The thunder raises his tremendous voice. At first heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven, The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The noise astounds: till...
Page 18 - Have then thy wish!' — He whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows : On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Page 180 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Page 94 - The Sanskrit language, whatever be its antiquity, is of a wonderful structure; more perfect than the Greek, more copious than the Latin, and more exquisitely refined than either, yet bearing to both of them a stronger affinity, both in the roots of verbs and in the forms of grammar, than could possibly have been produced by accident; so strong indeed, that no philologer could examine them all...
Page 86 - With quicken'd step, Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.
Page 162 - ... hours. The pith or farinaceous part of the trunk of old trees, is said to be equal to the best Sago ; the natives make it into bread, and boil it into thick gruel ; these form a great part of the diet of those people ; and during the late famine, they suffered little while those trees lasted.
Page 145 - This girl was of a yellow colour: had a nose like the flower of the sesamum ; her legs were taper like the plantain tree ; her eyes large like the principal leaf of the lotus ; her eye-brows extended to her ears ; her lips were red like the young leaves of the mango tree ; her face was like the full moon ; her voice like the sound of...
Page 164 - Even as those bees of Trebizond, — Which from the sunniest flowers that glad With their pure smile the gardens round, Draw venom forth that drives men mad...

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