The Gong: Or, Reminiscences of India

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J. Hogg, 1852 - 245 pages

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Page 154 - When from his vest the young companion bore That cup, the generous landlord own'd before, And paid profusely with the precious bowl The stinted kindness of this churlish soul. But now the clouds in airy tumult fly; The sun emerging opes an azure sky...
Page 243 - How are Thy servants blest, O Lord How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3...
Page 87 - But silence ruled the still domain. Upon that boundless plain, below, The setting sun's last rays were shed, And gave a mild and sober glow, Where all were still, asleep, or dead; Vast ruins in the midst were spread, Pillars and pediments sublime, Where the grey moss had form'da bed, And cloth'd the crumbling spoils of time.
Page 82 - I'm truly sorry Man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An
Page 128 - And hail, my son," the reverend sire replied ; Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road ; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart : Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around. Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Page 152 - Yet grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.
Page 82 - Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi
Page 141 - But that the lord of this enclosed demesne, Communicative of the good he owns, Admits me to a share; the guiltless eye Commits no wrong, nor wastes what it enjoys. Refreshing change ! where now the blazing sun ? By short transition we have lost his glare, And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime.
Page 79 - SLAVE of the dark and dirty mine, What vanity has brought thee here ? How can I love to see thee shine...
Page 177 - Advance,' amid a tumult of indescribable feelings. At a hundred yards from the walls, the enemy's breastwork was instantly lined with soldiers, who started up with their matchlocks. ' Claymore!' once more was shouted by M'Allan, as he rushed to the centre of his company to lead it on. This brought him close in contact with Gregory. The line of matchlocks was levelled, and a volley fired. M'Allan and Gregory were both struck. The gallant Highlander, shot through the head, fell back dead into Gregory's...

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