Narrative of a Journey Through the Upper Provinces of India, from Calcutta to Bombay, 1824-1825 (with Notes Upon Cyelon); an Account of a Journey to Madras and the Southern Provinces, 1826; and Letters Written in India, Volume 1

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J. Murray, 1844

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Page 113 - But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy prayers ascend for me.
Page 115 - O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel waves his crest in air. With pendant train and rushing wings, Aloft the gorgeous peacock springs ; And he, the bird of hundred dyes, Whose plumes the dames of Ava prize. So rich a shade, so green a sod, Our English Fairies never trod ! Yet who in Indian bower has stood, But thought on England's
Page 111 - To-day or to-morrow we will go into such a city and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain: whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life ? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that.
Page 113 - O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam, I miss thee from my side.
Page 115 - mid charcoal gleams, The Moslems' savoury supper steams; While all apart, beneath the wood, The Hindoo cooks his simpler food. Come walk with me the jungle through. If yonder hunter told us true, Far off, in desert dank and rude, The tiger holds...
Page 115 - The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugarcane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it...
Page 256 - ... latter is generally able to shake him off under his feet, and then woe be to him ! The elephant either kneels on him and crushes him at once, or gives him a kick which breaks half his ribs, and sends him flying perhaps twenty paces. The elephants, however, are often dreadfully torn, and a large old tiger sometimes clings too fast to be thus dealt with.
Page 162 - ... and many-weaponed varieties. The sacred bulls devoted to Siva, of every age, tame and familiar as mastiffs, walk lazily up and down these narrow streets, or are seen lying across them, and hardly to be kicked up (any blows, indeed, given them, must be of the gentlest kind, or wo be to the profane wretch who braves the prejudices of this fanatic population) in order to make way for the tonjon.
Page 115 - And through the trees, yon failing ray Will scantly serve to guide our way. Yet, mark! as fade the upper skies, Each thicket opes ten thousand eyes. Before, beside us, and above, The fire-fly lights his lamp of love, Retreating, chasing, sinking, soaring, The darkness of the copse exploring, While to this cooler air...
Page 251 - I asked Mr. Boulderson if it were true that the monkeys forsook these woods during the unwholesome months. He answered that not the monkeys only, but everything which had the breath of life, instinctively deserts them, from the beginning of April to October. The tigers go up to the hills, the antelopes and wild hogs make incursions into the cultivated plain ; and those persons, such as Dak-bearers, or military officers, who are obliged to traverse the forest in the intervening months, agree that...

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