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Bijapur, the old Capital of the Adil Shahi Kings: a guide to its ruins with historical outline

Henry Cousens · 1889 · Scanned text

55,653 words · about 3 h 54 min to read

Period artwork: Interior of the Bodleian Library, 1845
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Licence: PDM · British Library Digitised Books dataset db14 (doi 10.21250/db14) marks the OCR texts CC Public Domain Mark 1.0 (c. 1510-c. 1900 publications); text+metadata JSONL release doi 10.23636/r7w6-zy15 is CC0 1.0. Public Domain Mark is a status label, not a new copyright licence. · Digitised by the British Library (with Microsoft). Text: British Library Digitised Books, CC Public Domain Mark 1.0.

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About this book

Author
Henry Cousens
Language
English
Published
1889
Length
55,653 words · about 3 h 54 min
Sections
3 reader sections
Text
Scanned text, read from page scans by OCR; may contain errors
Rights
Public Domain Mark 1.0

 

Contents (3)
  1. Front matter about 1 min
  2. Preface about 3 h 50 min
  3. Part II. January about 3 min

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Front matter

✓ BIJAPUR THE OLD CAPITAL OF THE ADIL SHAHI KINGS A GUIDE TO ITS RUINS WITH HISTORICAL OUTLINE BY HENRY COUSENS M.R.A.S. ARCHÆOLOGICAL SURVEY OF WESTERN INDIA. guHtB^sl toiiti % BHnctiou of df ofreranuni. POONA: PRINTED AT THE ORPHANAGE PRESS. 1889. BOMBAY: THACKEE 4 Co., THOS, COOK & SON, PHILLIPS 4 Co., POONA : PHILLIPS 4 Co., ORPHANAGE PRESS. BIJAPUR : TRAVELLERS' BANGALA. PRICE Rs. 2. All rights reserved. " I asked of Time for whom those temples rose, That prostrate by his hand in silence lie; His lips disdained the myst'ry to disclose, And, borne on swifter wing, he hurried by ! ' The broken columns whose '? I asked of Fame ; (Her kindling breath gives life to works sublime;) With downcast looks of mingled grief and shame She heaved the uncertain sigh and followed Time. Wrapt in amazement o'er the mouldering pile, I saiv Oblivion pass with giant stride; And while his visage wore Pride's scornful smile, ' Haply thou knoivest, then tell me, ivhose ' I cried, ' Whose these vast domes that e'en in ruin shine ' ? 4 / reck not whose,' he said : 'they now are mine.' "

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