The Abode of Snow: Observations on a Journey from Chinese Tibet to the Indian Caucasus, Through the Upper Valleys of the HimalayaWilliam Blackwood and Sons, 1876 - 440 páginas |
Contenido
| 5 | |
| 15 | |
| 23 | |
| 37 | |
| 46 | |
| 55 | |
| 73 | |
| 79 | |
| 91 | |
| 100 | |
| 108 | |
| 116 | |
| 124 | |
| 132 | |
| 147 | |
| 155 | |
| 167 | |
| 175 | |
| 181 | |
| 189 | |
| 198 | |
| 206 | |
| 296 | |
| 307 | |
| 314 | |
| 323 | |
| 332 | |
| 341 | |
| 371 | |
| 380 | |
| 389 | |
| 400 | |
| 409 | |
| 417 | |
| 424 | |
| 435 | |
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
Abbotabad afford Afghan appearance beautiful British Bussahir camp Chandra character Chinese Tibet cold coolies cross deodar district Dras English European feet high glacier gorge Government granite ground height hills Himá Himálaya Hindú Kúsh Hindústhan horse houses human immense India Indus Jemadar Jhelam jhúla journey Kaelang Kailas Kashmir Kaubul Khan Kharjak kind Kotgarh Kunáwar Lahaul lake Lama Lassa Lío Porgyúl look Lord Lord Northbrook Losar Mardán Masúri matter means miles Mohammedan morning moun mountains Nako Namgea Narbada native nearly névé night officers Pagell Pangay Panjáb pass path peaks Peshawar plains polyandry ponies precipices province range reach religion river road rock route scene season servants Shipki side Simla slopes snow snowy Spiti Spiti pony Srinagar steep stones stream Súgnam summit Súrú Sutlej valley Tartar tent Tibetan Tibetan language tion traveller trees village wild wind Yarkand Yusufzai Zanskar
Pasajes populares
Página 369 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 239 - The glaciers creep Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains, Slow rolling on ; there, many a precipice, Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power Have piled : dome, pyramid, and pinnacle, A city of death, distinct with many a tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice. Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream...
Página 104 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página 342 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses * Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON, Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Página 369 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But, the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, 75 Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Página 254 - Tis still a watchword to the earth : When man would do a deed of worth He points to Greece, and turns to tread, So...
Página 288 - While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish; — be it so! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Página 388 - ... hills that feed it from afar, Doth rather deepen than disturb the calm Where all things else are still and motionless. And yet, even now, a little breeze, perchance Escaped from boisterous winds that rage without, Has entered, by the sturdy oaks unfelt, . , But to its gentle touch how sensitive Is the light ash ! that, pendent from the brow Of yon dim cave, in seeming silence makes A soft eye-music of slow-waving boughs, Powerful almost as vocal harmony To stay the wanderer's steps and soothe...
Página 137 - He stood as erect as that tent-prop, both arms stretched out wide On the great cross-support in the centre, that goes to each side; He relaxed not a muscle, but hung there as, caught in his pangs And waiting his change, the king-serpent all heavily hangs, Far away from his kind, in the pine, till deliverance come With the spring-time, — so agonized Saul, drear and stark, blind and dumb.
Página 254 - They fell devoted, but undying , The very gale their names seemed sighing : The waters murmured of their name ; The woods were peopled with their fame ; The silent pillar , lone and...