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alluded amidst amongst ancient army arrived Attock Azim Khan banks Baramoola barasing beautiful boats British camp Cashmere CASHMERE VALLEY Chák city of Srinugger Darjeeling deer Delhi descended Dhull Emperor fabled fact feet forest frontier Gakhar Golaub Sing governor ground Gundgurh Harput hawk Hazára Highlands of India hills Himalayas Hindoo horse hubara hunter hunting India Indus Jhelum journal Jummoo jungle Kabul river Káshiapa Khan killed king kudd Lahore length Lepcha Lolab valley Maharajah mahaseer Mahomed Mahomedan miles Mogul morning mountain Naboo native night occasion ooryal pass peaks Pergunnah perhaps picturesque pilgrimage Pir Pinjal plains Poonch prince Punjaub Raja Rajah ravine ride rifle river road rock Runjeet Sing salt range seen Shah shikari shot Sikh Sikhim sketch slopes snow sport spot stag stream Sutlej temples Thibet throne traveller tree tribes village visited wandering whilst wild Wooler Wooler Lake Wurdwun yards Zanskar
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95 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - It overlooks the finest view in Kashmir, and perhaps in the known world, Beneath it lies the paradise of the East, with its sacred streams and cedarn glens, its brown orchards and green fields, surrounded on all sides by vast snowy mountains, whose lofty peaks seem to smile upon the beautiful valley below.
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
316 ÆäÀÌÁö - Messenger" the City of the Blessed ; and is described as unmatched for lovely girls, who learn to choose the flowers that suit them best. " The amaranth, bright glory of the spring ; The lotus gathered from the summer flood ; Acacias taught around their brows to cling ; The jasmine's fragrant white their locks to stud ; And bursting at thy rain the young Kadamba bud...
278 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... star had sent a representative to bear his part in this nightly illumination of the dark earth. Whence all at once these innumerable lights? No sound is heard, silently all these shining throngs pass before you in fantastic confusion. Look at this bush, that tree! Myriads of fiery sparks brighten up with phosphoric glare through the labyrinth of leaves and branches; a moment and they vanish. Now they flash up brighter than ever, as if this world of magic lustre was animated by pulsations keeping...
372 ÆäÀÌÁö - The views from the margins of this plateau are magnificent : 4000 feet below are bay-like valleys, carpetted as with green velvet, from which rise tall palms, tree-ferns with spreading crowns, and rattans shooting their pointed heads, surrounded with feathery foliage, as with ostrich plumes, far above the great trees. Beyond are the Jheels, looking like a broad shallow sea with the tide half out, bounded in the blue distance by the low hills of Tippcrah.
278 ÆäÀÌÁö - But a scene of strange beauty is spread below. Shrub and bush and tree, as far as the eye can reach, burn with magic light. The ground, the air, teem with, lustre, every leaf seems to have its own fairy lamp. The valley at your feet, the wooded hills to your right and left, the dark distant forest, all are lit up...
389 ÆäÀÌÁö - Orange Valley ! There is perfume in the very name ! Our old heart warms, and a delicious languor steals over our senses, as we recall to mind the silent, balmy, incense-breathing morn when first we trod the flowery shades of that enchanting spot. Armed as we were to the teeth, and bent on slaughter, we felt as if we profaned the scene by our unhallowed presence. It seemed to us the abode of peace and innocence ; a place for young lovers to walk hand in hand, culling the golden fruit, and twining...
373 ÆäÀÌÁö - To the right and left are the scarped red rocks and roaring waterfalls, shooting far over the cliffs, and then arching their necks as they expand in feathery foam, over which rainbows float, forming and dissolving as the wind sways the curtains of spray from side to side.
277 ÆäÀÌÁö - A thunder storm, succeeded by a rich shower, has closed a sultry day. The sun has set unobserved. The western sky is overhung with clouds. In the cloudless east, the full moon rises slowly. The air perfectly pellucid, the stars glittering in fresh glory; not a breath of wind; all still. You turn from the broad red orb of the rising moon to the host of golden stars on the deep azure, from them to the massive banks of clouds, lit up here by faint lightnings, there by the pale beams of the moon their...