Indian pictures, Volume 298

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Page 13 - Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheered with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Page 137 - I am now going to the city of Benares to establish the kingdom of righteousness, to give light to those enshrouded in darkness, and to open the gate of immortality to men.
Page x - What is this world?' says a Brahman sage. 'It is even as the bough of a tree, on which a bird rests for a night, and in the morning flies away.
Page 181 - But when all these admissions in favour of Switzerland are made, the Himalaya still remain unsurpassed, and even unapproached, as regards all the wilder and grander features of mountain scenery. There is nothing in the Alps which can afford even a faint idea of the savage desolation and appalling sublimity of many of the Himalayan scenes.
Page 76 - To the Sepulchres Of the Ancient Kings, which Baly, in his power, Made in primeval times, and built above them A City, like the Cities of the Gods, Being like a God himself. For many an age Hath Ocean warred against his Palaces, Till, overwhelmed, they lie beneath the waves, Not overthrown, so well the awful Chief Had laid their deep foundations.
Page 155 - As it stands on a rising ground, when looked at from below, its appearance is noble beyond that of any portal attached to any mosque in India, perhaps in the whole world.
Page 68 - Rajah shed a flood of tears over his body, and covered it with a gold cloth.
Page 76 - Had swallowed there, when monuments so brave Bore record of their old magnificence. And on the sandy shore, beside the verge Of ocean, here and there, a rock-hewn fane Resisted in its strength the surf and surge...
Page 125 - Famine is the horizon of the Indian villager; insufficient food is the foreground. And this is the more extraordinary since the villager is surrounded by a dreamland of plenty. Everywhere you see fields flooded deep with millet and wheat. The village and its old trees have to climb on to a knoll to keep their feet out of the glorious poppy and the luscious sugar-cane. Sumptuous cream-coloured bullocks move sleepily about with an air of luxurious sloth; and sleek Brahmans utter their lazy prayers...
Page 109 - Msirtyn, who took up his abode there, with an imagination inflamed by the traditions of the place. He " felt something like superstitious dread at being in a place once inhabited as it were by devils ; but yet felt disposed to be triumphantly joyful that the temple where they were worshipped was become Christ's oratory.

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