Notes of an Indian JourneyMacmillan and Company, 1876 - 296 psl. |
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admirable Agra Ahmedabad amongst asked Barrackpore Beaumontia beautiful Benares Bengal Bombay British Burmah Calcutta capital carriage Cawnpore chiefly colour Coonoor course deal Delhi Deyrah district drove elephants England English European famous feet flower forest Ganges garden gathered Ghauts going Government Grant Duff heard Herat hill forts hills Himalayas Hindu horses India influence interesting Jeypore John Strachey journey Jummoo jungle kind Lahore land Landour look Maharajah Mahometan Mahratta Malwa marble Matheran ment Merv miles morning Mosque mountains native never night officers Orange Pekoe palace passed Pattiala Peishwa Pekoe persons plain plants pleasant Poona pretty railway reached road Russia sacred saheb Sâl Satara seen Shere Ali Sikhs soon station temple things tion to-day told tomb town tree Trichinopoly Ulwur UMBALLA village whole
Populiarios ištraukos
19 psl. - And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly ! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen ! Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and Future Fears : To-morroiu ! — Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
5 psl. - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
18 psl. - Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road ; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
18 psl. - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same Door as in I went.
19 psl. - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
18 psl. - There was the Door to which I found no Key ; There was the Veil through which I might not see : Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE There was — and then no more of THEE and ME.
140 psl. - Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small, That stood along the floor and by the wall; And some loquacious Vessels were; and some Listened perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
184 psl. - Those only who have witnessed the Bore in the Gulf of Cambay, and have seen in perfection the approach of that roaring tide, can form the exact idea presented to the author at the sight of the Peshwa's army.
183 psl. - Peshwa's treachery, and as he now stood listening on the terrace he probably thought that in thus exposing the troops to be cut off, without even the satisfaction of dying with their arms in their hands, he had followed the system of confidence so strongly recommended to a culpable extremity ; but other motives influenced his conduct at this important moment.
183 psl. - ... their guns were yoked, their horses saddled, and their infantry in readiness. This intelligence was brought to Mr. Elphinstone a little before midnight of the 28th, and for a moment it became a question whether self-defence under all circumstances did not require that the attack should be anticipated. It was an hour of anxiety, the British cantonment and the Residency were perfectly still, and the inhabitants slept in the complete repose inspired by confidence in that profound peace to which...