The Wonders of Elora: Or, The Narrative of a Journey to the Temples and Dwellings Excavated ... at Elora, in the East Indies ...

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G. B. Whittaker, 1825 - Počet stran: 597
 

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Strana 339 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Strana 466 - Lord, thou hast searched me out, and known me : thou knowest my down-sitting, and mine up-rising; thou understandest my thoughts long before. Thou art about my path, and about my bed : and spiest out all my ways. For lo, there is not a word in my tongue : but thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether.
Strana 23 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now, so you must be Prepare for death and follow me.
Strana 339 - He that is so impoverished that he hath no oblation chooseth a tree that will not rot; he seeketh unto him a cunning workman to prepare a graven image that shall not be moved.
Strana 246 - Distinctions of colours are of his ordination. It is he who gives existence* In your temples, to his name, the voice is raised in prayer; in a house of images where the bell is shaken, still he is the object of adoration.
Strana 595 - The instant which has passed in power hath left only sorrow behind it. I have not been the guardian and protector of the empire. My valuable time has been passed vainly. I had a patron in my own dwelling (conscience), but his glorious light was unseen by my dim sight. Life is not lasting ; there is no vestige of departed breath, and all hopes from futurity are lost. The fever has left me ; but nothing remains of me but skin and bone.
Strana 419 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Strana 238 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep...
Strana 452 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Strana 17 - With song and prospect, which abound From birds, and woods, and waters round. But when the sun, with noon-tide ray, Flames forth intolerable day; While heat sits fervent on the plain, With thirst and languor in his train : All nature...

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