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Page 11 - No sooner had the Almighty ceased but — all The multitude of Angels, with a shout Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices^ uttering jjoy— Heaven rung With jubilee, and loud hosannas filled The eternal regions.
Page 169 - Met by his faithful brothers there, He loosed his votive coil of hair ; Thence fair Ayodhya's town he gained, And o'er his father's kingdom reigned. Disease or famine ne'er oppressed His happy people, richly blest With all the joys of ample wealth, Of sweet content and perfect health. No widow mourned her well-loved mate, No sire his son's untimely fate. They feared not storm or robber's hand, No fire or flood laid waste the land : The Golden Age seemed come again To bless the days of Rama's reign.
Page 231 - He calls me,' in her wrath she cried, ' And all my flood shall sweep And whirl him in its whelming tide To hell's profoundest deep.' He held the river on his head, And kept her wandering, where, Dense as Himalaya's woods, were spread The tangles of his hair. No way to earth she found, ashamed, Though long and sore she strove, Condemned, until her pride were tamed, Amid his locks to rove.
Page 226 - A cow 1 or deer For thee shall straightway bleed, Or let a ram or tender lamb Be slain, for thee to feed. Mine oath forbids me to betray My little twice-born guest: See, how she clings, with trembling wings, To her protector's breast.
Page 126 - Say that the fiend has borne away his wife, His own true Sita, dearer than his life ; He will regain the spouse he loves so well, Yea, if they bore her to the depths of Hell." Down to her feet her loosened tresses hung, As, like a creeper, with twined arms she clung To bough and branch, and, falling on her knees, Shrieked out for succour to the mighty trees. Then Ravan's giant hand, unused to spare, Seized her again by her long flowing hair : Vengeance on thee that cursed touch shall bring, And stain...
Page 116 - Sita heard the cry, and entreated Lakshman to fly to his brother's rescue. He was unwilling to go, but yielded to her earnestness, and she was left alone.
Page 225 - Kas'f's mighty king. The monarch smoothed her ruffled plumes And laid her on his breast, And cried, 'No fear shall vex thee here, Rest, pretty egg-born, rest! Fair Kas'i's realm is rich and wide, With golden harvests gay, But all that's mine will I resign Ere I my guest betray.
Page 232 - Where fish and dolphins through the stream Fallen and falling dashed. Then bards who chant celestial lays, And nymphs of heavenly birth, Flocked round upon that flood to gaze That streamed from sky to earth. The gods themselves from every sphere Incomparably bright. Borne in their golden cars drew near To see the wondrous sight. The cloudless sky was all aflame With the light of a hundred suns, Where'er the shining chariots came That bore these holy ones.
Page 232 - Then bards who chant celestial lays, And nymphs of heavenly birth, Flocked round upon that flood to gaze That streamed from sky to earth. The gods themselves from every sphere, Incomparably bright, Borne in their golden cars drew near To see the wondrous sight. The cloudless sky was all aflame With the light of a hundred suns, Where'er the shining chariots came That bore those holy ones. So flashed the air with crested snakes And fish of every hue, As when the lightning's glory breaks Through fields...