Kaloolah: Or, Journeyings to the Djébel Kumri : an Autobiography of Jonathan Romer

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George Routledge, 1851 - 296 pagina's
 

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Pagina 112 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 85 - ... Everything must lend fragrance to his garlands ; everything must bring a jewel to adorn his crown. Literature, the fine arts, science, tiny flowers, the great deep, that — " Glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests — '' the stories of gods or great men, bold conceptions of — " The strongest of creation's sons, That rolls the wild, profound, eternal bass In Nature's anthem...
Pagina 192 - I raised her in my arms, piessed her to my heart, and kissed her pallid lips. For a few minutes she struggled with the tide of feeling that had been so suddenly thrown back upon her heart. She grew in years as I gazed. When I first saw her she was a child — an artless, fascinating child — and now !— it seemed as if at one bound she had reached the verge of womanhood. She bent forward her head, covered her face with her hands, and burst into a passionate flood of tears. I felt relieved. Her...
Pagina 114 - April 26. 1752, being after 12 at Night of the 25th. " O Lord! Governor of heaven and earth, in whose hands are embodied and departed spirits, if thou hast ordained the souls of the dead to minister to the living, and appointed my departed wife to have care of me, grant that I may enjoy the good effects of her attention and ministration, whether exercised by appearance, impulses, dreams, or in any other manner agreeable to thy government.
Pagina 320 - I had left my gun leaning. Darting back, I seized the prostrate negress, and bore her off in the same way. By this time both females had recovered their voices — Clefenha exercising hers in a succession of shrieks that compelled me to shake her somewhat rudely, while Kaloolah eagerly besought me to hurry back to the camp. There was now, however, no occasion for hurry. The recovery of my gun altered the state of the case ; and my curiosity was excited to witness the process of deglutition on a large...
Pagina 315 - Suddenly a startling noise, like the roar of thunder, or like the boom of a thirtytwo pounder, rolled through the wood, fairly shaking the sturdy trees, and literally making the ground quiver beneath our feet. Again it came, that appalling and indescribably awful sound, and so close as to completely stun us. Roar upon roar, in quick succession, now announced the coming of the king of beasts. " The lion ! the lion ! — Oh, God of mercy ! where is my gun ? " I started forward, but it was too late....
Pagina 187 - ... the surrounding hills, with its white dwellings and prolific gardens ; whilst in the distance, emerging from...
Pagina 314 - ... immense columns of green leaves and flowers. The stems of some of these creepers were truly wonderful: one, from which depended large bunches of scarlet berries, had, not unfrequently, stems as large as a man's body. In some cases one huge plant of this kind, ascending with an incalculable prodigality of lignin, by innumerable convolutions, would stretch itself out, and, embracing several trees in its folds, mat them together in one dense mass of vegetation. Suddenly we noticed that the usual...
Pagina 120 - As she came on, I had full time to note all her beautiful proportions. She was small, apparently not above 300 tons, and had a peculiarly trim and clipper-like look. Her bright copper, flashing occasionally in the sunlight, showed that she was in light sailing trim; whilst from the cut of her sails, the symmetrical arrangement of her spars and rigging, and her quarter-boats, I concluded she must be a man-of-war. Passing me about half a mile astern, she stood on for a little distance, then, hoisting...
Pagina 20 - Ay, ay, sir, there can be no doubt of it," returned Mr. Jones, — "you see she has got the identical brown fore-topgallant-sail. She is coming along like a racehorse.

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