Notes on Pondicherry; or, The French in India. To which is added A sketch of the Moguls. Also, Selected essays on various subjects. By an officer of the Madras artillery

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Page 16 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Page 54 - If we reason we would be understood; if we imagine we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own ; that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood: — this is Love.
Page 17 - Timour might boast, that, at his accession to the throne, Asia was the prey of anarchy and rapine, whilst under his prosperous monarchy a child, fearless and unhurt, might carry a purse of gold from the East to the "West. Such was his confidence of merit, that from this reformation he derived an excuse for his victories, and a title to universal dominion.
Page 13 - Let there be light! said God, and there was light ! " " Let there be blood ! " says man, and there's a sea ! The fiat of this spoil'd child of the Night (For Day ne'er saw his merits) could decree More evil in an hour, than thirty bright Summers could renovate, though they should be Lovely as those which ripen'd Eden's fruit ; For war cuts up not only branch, but root.
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Page 18 - ... of Timour, the remedy was far more pernicious than the disease. By their rapine, cruelty, and discord, the petty tyrants of Persia might afflict their subjects, but whole nations were crushed under the footsteps of the reformer. The ground which had been occupied by nourishing cities was often marked by his abominable trophies, by columns or pyramids of human heads.
Page 10 - There the most august and striking spectacle was daily exhibited which the world ever witnessed. A vast stage of justice was erected, awful from its high authority, splendid from its illustrious dignity, venerable from the learning and wisdom of its judges, captivating and affecting from the mighty concourse of all ranks and conditions which daily flocked into it, as into a theatre of pleasure...

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