Sketches of India: With Notes on the Seasons, Scenery, and Society of Bombay, Elephanta, and Salsette |
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... cast it in pleasant places . I went on deck at 6 A. M. , and ascertained from our second mate , who had charge of the watch , that we were only eight miles from the shore . I cannot conceive a more lovely picture than this singular ...
... cast it in pleasant places . I went on deck at 6 A. M. , and ascertained from our second mate , who had charge of the watch , that we were only eight miles from the shore . I cannot conceive a more lovely picture than this singular ...
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... upon the small marine molusca , & c . , that are cast upon the surface . I have observed them in the most awful storms , when it was scarcely D possible for a man to stand upon deck from the RECOLLECTIONS OF INDIA . 25.
... upon the small marine molusca , & c . , that are cast upon the surface . I have observed them in the most awful storms , when it was scarcely D possible for a man to stand upon deck from the RECOLLECTIONS OF INDIA . 25.
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... cast over a ship's crew when a death occurs on board ; and more particularly so , when that death has been accidental ! I had once the misfortune to be a parti- cipator in a scene of this sad description , and to be aroused from my bed ...
... cast over a ship's crew when a death occurs on board ; and more particularly so , when that death has been accidental ! I had once the misfortune to be a parti- cipator in a scene of this sad description , and to be aroused from my bed ...
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... cast over the usual cheerfulness of the ship's crew . The fiddle in the forecastle was silent , and the hearty laugh was heard no more - sailors are proverbially superstitious , espe- cially about death ! I was told , that some ...
... cast over the usual cheerfulness of the ship's crew . The fiddle in the forecastle was silent , and the hearty laugh was heard no more - sailors are proverbially superstitious , espe- cially about death ! I was told , that some ...
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... cast off your tight , uncomfortable European dress for theirs . There are still a great number of Portuguese here ; more , perhaps , than in any other of the presi- dencies , but they belong chiefly to the poorer classes . They have ...
... cast off your tight , uncomfortable European dress for theirs . There are still a great number of Portuguese here ; more , perhaps , than in any other of the presi- dencies , but they belong chiefly to the poorer classes . They have ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.