The Rambles of a Globe Trotter in Australasia, Japan, China, Java, India, and Cashmere, Bind 2Chapman & Hall, 1875 |
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The Rambles of a Globe Trotter in Australasia, Japan, China, Java, India ... Egerton K Laird Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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a-half afternoon Agra appearance arrived Batavia bath beautiful Benares bheestie boat breakfast built bungalow Calcutta called Captain carriage Cashmere certainly clothes cold colour cool Coolies Dal Lake Darjeeling dark dined dinner distance dress drove Dutch eight elephants English fact fancy feet flowers four Friday gardens gharry green half-past hills Himalayas Hindoos horses houses India Java Jhelam ladies Lahore lake latter look lunch Malay marble miles Monday monsoon morning mountains Murree natives nearly nine numerous paddy fields Peshawur pleasant ponies Poonah pretty Punjaub punkahs rain reached resembles rice ride river road rode roof round rupees sarong Saturday scenery seen Serinuggur seven side Sindanglaya Singapore snow Sourabaya steamer Sunday suppose Temple tent thermometer thing Thursday to-day to-morrow town trees Tuesday usual Vale Valley walk weather Wednesday wonderful wood
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Side 206 - 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...
Side 348 - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his Gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is, at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind, As different good, by Art or Nature given, To different nations makes their blessings even.
Side 175 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer....
Side 116 - Stood on my feet : about me round I saw Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains, And liquid lapse of murmuring streams...
Side 239 - 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...
Side 111 - The sunrise broken into scarlet shafts Among the palms and ferns and precipices ; The blaze upon the waters to the east; The blaze upon his island overhead; The blaze upon the waters to the west; Then the great stars that globed themselves in heaven, The hollower-bellowing ocean, and again The scarlet shafts of sunrise — but no sail.
Side 91 - The mountain wooded to the peak, the lawns And winding glades high up like ways to Heaven, The slender coco's drooping crown of plumes, The lightning flash of insect and of bird, The lustre of the long convolvuluses That...
Side 174 - Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form, Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black — An ebon mass. Methinks...
Side 185 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Side 278 - And what a wilderness of flowers ! It seem'd as though from all the bowers And fairest fields of all the year, The mingled spoil were scatter'd here. The Lake, too, like a garden breathes, With the rich buds that o'er it lie, — As if a shower of fairy wreaths Had fallen upon it from the sky...