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Maha-Bharata - The Epic of Ancient India - Condensed Into English Verse
Romesh Chunder Dutt
No preview available - 2010
Maha-Bharata, the Epic of Ancient India Condensed Into English Verse
Romesh Dutt,F. Max Müller
No preview available - 2017
accents ancient anger anguish answered archer Arjun arms arrows battle Bhima Bhishma blessings blood bold Book bosom Brahmans brave bright brothers chariot chief chieftains crowned dark death deed distant doth Draupadi dread Drona Duryodhan earth elder Epic face fair faithful fame fatal fate father fell field fierce fight fire forces forest gallant gifts gods gold golden grace hand hath heard heart hero holy honour India Kama king kingdom Krishna Kuru Kuru's land light living lord lost marked mighty monarch mortal mother noble o'er Pandavs peerless placed plain preceptor pride priest prince Pritha proud proud Duryodhan queen race rich righteous rite rose royal sacred Savitri seek shame skill slain sons of Pandu sorrow sought sounding spake stood suitors thee thou thought translation true unto valour virtue voice warlike warrior weapon wife wrath young youth Yudhishthir
Page 117 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Page 118 - Laser Print natural white, a 60 # book weight acid-free archival paper which meets the requirements of ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (permanence of paper) Preservation photocopying and binding by Acme Bookbinding Charlestown, Massachusetts CD 1995 The borrower must return this item on or before the last date stamped below.
Page 118 - THE LORD OF BURLEIGH. IN her ear he whispers gaily, "If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily, And I think thou lov'st me well." She replies, in accents fainter, "There is none I love like thee.
Page 117 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Page 114 - It would be, no doubt, a condensed version of the original Epic, but the condensation would be effected, not by the translator telling a short story in his own language, but by linking together those passages of the original which describe the main and striking incidents, and thus telling the main story as told in the original work. The advantage of this arrangement is that, in the passages presented to the reader, it is the poet who speaks to him, not the translator.
Page 32 - In the bosom of the shadows rose a Vision dark and dread, Shape of gloom in inky garment and a crown was on his head, Gleaming Form of sable splendour, blood-red was his sparkling eye, And a fatal noose he carried, grim and godlike, dark and high ! And he stood in solemn silence, looked in silence on the dead, And Savitri on the greensward gently placed her husband's head, And a tremor shook Savitri, but a woman's love is strong, With her hands upon her bosom thus she spake with quivering tongue...
Page 75 - And the firm earth shook and trembled 'neath the furious rush of war, And the echoing welkin answered shouts that nations heard afar, And the thickening cloud of arrows filled the firmament on high, Darker, deeper, dread and deadlier, grew the angry face of sky, Till the evening's sable garment mantled o'er the battle-field, And the angry rivals parted, neither chief could win or yield...
Page 118 - Christ, is now the religion of a third of the human race. For the rest, the people of modern India know how to appreciate their ancient heritage. It is .not an exaggeration to state that the two hundred millions of Hindus of the present day cherish in their hearts the story of their ancient Epics. The Hindu scarcely lives, man or woman, high or low, educated or ignorant, whose earliest recollections do not cling round the story and the characters of the great Epics. The almost illiterate oil-manufacturer...
Page 7 - ... Arjun, Pritha's youngest, each, alas ! to each unknown : " All thy feats of weapons, Arjun, done with vain and needless boast, These and greater I accomplish — witness be this mighty host ! " Thus spake proud and peerless Kama in his accents deep and loud, And as moved by sudden impulse joyous rose the listening crowd, And a gleam of mighty transport glows in proud Duryodhan's heart, Flames of wrath and jealous anger from the eyes of Arjun start, Drona gave the word, and Kama, Pritha's war-beloving...