The Land of the Ganges and the Ghauts: Or, Sketches of Northern and Southern IndiaC.H. Kelly, 1892 - 337 strani |
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Stran 42 - O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires. And I will make thy windows of agates, and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy borders of pleasant stones.
Stran 22 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of lona.
Stran 115 - And their nobles have sent their little ones to the waters: they came to the pits, and found no water; they returned with their vessels empty; they were ashamed and confounded, and covered their heads.
Stran 21 - For the Lord is a great God, And a great King above all gods. In his hand are the deep places of the earth : The strength of the hills is his also. The sea is his, and he made it : And his hands formed the dry land.
Stran 36 - HE is gone. Heaven's will is best : Indian turf o'erlies his breast. Ghoul in black, nor fool in gold Laid him in yon hallowed mould. Guarded to a soldier's grave By the bravest of the brave, He hath gained a nobler tomb Than in old Cathedral gloom. Nobler mourners paid the rite Than the crowd that craves a sight, England's banners o'er him waved — Dead, he keeps the realm he saved. " Strew not on the hero's hearse Garlands of a herald's verse : Let us hear no words of Fame Sounding loud a deathless...
Stran 101 - THEREFORE with Angels and Archangels, and with all the company of heaven, we laud and magnify thy glorious Name, evermore praising thee, and saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts, heaven and earth are full of thy glory. Glory be to thee, O Lord most high.
Stran 27 - Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again. But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him, shall never thirst: but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
Stran 23 - THRICE welcome, little English flower ! My mother-country's white and red, In rose or lily, till this hour, Never to me such beauty spread : Transplanted from thine island-bed, A treasure in a grain of earth, Strange as a spirit from the dead, Thine embryo sprang to birth. Thrice welcome, little English flower ! Whose tribes, beneath our natal skies, Shut close their leaves while vapours lower ; But, when the sun's gay beams arise, With...
Stran 23 - In every walk ! — that here may shoot Thy scions, and thy buds expand, A hundred from one root. Thrice welcome, little English flower ! To me the pledge of hope unseen : When sorrow would my soul o'erpower, For joys that were, or might have been, I'll call to mind, how, fresh and green, I saw thee waking from the dust ; Then turn to heaven with brow serene, And place in GOD my trust.