Narrative of a journey through the upper provinces of India, from Calcutta to Bombay, 1824-1825, with notes upon Ceylon, an account of a journey to Madras and the southern provinces, 1826, and letters written in India [ed. by A. Heber].John Murray, 1844 |
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Abdullah Allahabad Almorah animals answered appearance asked attended bamboos bank Bareilly beautiful Benares Bengal boats Boulderson Brahmin breeze building Calcutta called Captain Cawnpoor Christian Chunar church Company's considerable Corrie coss Dacca Delhi distance dress elephant England English European extremely favourable feet Ganges Government handsome heard hills Hindoo Hindoostanee horse India Jemautdar journey jungle Kemaoon kind king less looking Lord Lord Hastings Lucknow Meerut Mendee ment miles Monghyr morning mosque mountains Mussulmans native neighbourhood neighbouring never night noble o'clock Oude pagoda palace palanquin passed pinnace poor prayers present pretty pulwar rain Raja received residence river road round ruins rupees saees seemed seen sent Sepoys serang servants side silver sticks soon sort stream Sunderbunds supposed suttees tents tiger tion to-day told tomb town trees usual vessel village walk whole wind young Zemindars
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 109 - 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.
Seite 107 - 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.
Seite 109 - 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.
Seite 111 - 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...
Seite 109 - Then on ! then on ! where duty leads, my course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates, nor wild Malwah detain, For sweet the bliss us both awaits by yonder western main. Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, across the dark blue sea, But ne'er were hearts so light and gay as then shall meet in thee...
Seite 111 - While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel waves his crest in air. With pendent 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 bowers has stood, But thought on England's
Seite 158 - Hindoos here seem fond of painting them a deep red colour, and, indeed, of covering the more conspicnous parts of their houses with paintings in gaudy colours of flower-pots, men, women, bulls, elephants, gods, and goddesses, in all their many-formed, many-headed, many-handed, and many-weaponed varieties. The sacred bulls devoted to Siva, of every age, tame and familiar as mastiffs...
Seite 158 - The houses are mostly lofty, none I think less than two stories, most of three, and several of five or six, a sight which I now for the first time saw in India. The streets, like those of Chester, are considerably lower than the ground-floors of the houses, which have mostly arched rows in front, with little shops behind them. Above these, the houses are richly embellished with verandahs, galleries, projecting oriel windows, and very broad and overhanging eaves, supported by carved brackets.
Seite 158 - The number of temples is very great, mostly small and stuck like shrines in the angles of the streets, and under the shadow of the lofty houses. Their forms, however, are not ungraceful, and...
Seite 302 - While in the small apartment where I got rid of my shining garments, I was struck with its beautiful ornaments. It was entirely lined with white marble, inlaid with flowers and leaves of green serpentine, lapis lazuli, and blue and red porphyry ; the flowers were of the best Italian style of workmanship, and evidently the labour of an artist of that country.