Sketches of India: With Notes on the Seasons, Scenery, and Society of Bombay, Elephanta, and SalsetteSimpkin, Marshall & Company, 1750 - 300 sidor |
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Sida vii
... im- possible not to feel the value of approbation when it proceeds from such a quarter . I am , madam , With every feeling of respect and esteem , Your obedient servant , HENRY MOSES . PREFACE . THE following " Sketches of India , "
... im- possible not to feel the value of approbation when it proceeds from such a quarter . I am , madam , With every feeling of respect and esteem , Your obedient servant , HENRY MOSES . PREFACE . THE following " Sketches of India , "
Sida ix
... feelings of personal regard , I cannot but defer . It may be proper to observe , as affording some guarantee for the correctness of these sketches of the seasons , scenery , and society of Bombay , that they have been compiled from ...
... feelings of personal regard , I cannot but defer . It may be proper to observe , as affording some guarantee for the correctness of these sketches of the seasons , scenery , and society of Bombay , that they have been compiled from ...
Sida 32
... feeling , to say the truth , a little alarmed ; for just about nightfall , there had passed us pretty close , a suspicious looking craft , which the captain took to be either a pirate or a slaver from the African coast . She burnt for a ...
... feeling , to say the truth , a little alarmed ; for just about nightfall , there had passed us pretty close , a suspicious looking craft , which the captain took to be either a pirate or a slaver from the African coast . She burnt for a ...
Sida 34
... feeling revived by the cool night wind , that had rather increased during the last few hours . As the white spray dashed from the bows , I more than once fancied I heard poor Morgan's voice , calling from the angry waters below me . The ...
... feeling revived by the cool night wind , that had rather increased during the last few hours . As the white spray dashed from the bows , I more than once fancied I heard poor Morgan's voice , calling from the angry waters below me . The ...
Sida 42
... feeling of pleasure and surprise , my eyes , as I sate upon a chair on the quarter - deck , wandered over the scenes on shore . " This is the far - famed country concerning which I have heard so much ! - the land of gold and sunshine ...
... feeling of pleasure and surprise , my eyes , as I sate upon a chair on the quarter - deck , wandered over the scenes on shore . " This is the far - famed country concerning which I have heard so much ! - the land of gold and sunshine ...
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Sketches of India: With Notes on the Seasons, Scenery, and Society of Bombay ... Henry Moses Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1750 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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!
Sida 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.