Ramayana, the Epic of Rama, Prince of IndiaJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 192 pages |
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... fire and , strong and brave , Guarded well her lofty ramparts as the lions guard the cave . Steeds like INDRA's in their swiftness came from far Kamboja's land , From Vanaya and Vahlika and from Sindhu's rock - bound strand , Elephants ...
... fire and , strong and brave , Guarded well her lofty ramparts as the lions guard the cave . Steeds like INDRA's in their swiftness came from far Kamboja's land , From Vanaya and Vahlika and from Sindhu's rock - bound strand , Elephants ...
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... altar's lighted fire , Round Videha's ancient monarch , round the holy rishis all , Lightly stepped the gentle maidens , proudly stepped the princes tall ! And a rain of flowers descended from the sky serene THE BRIDAL OF SITA 13.
... altar's lighted fire , Round Videha's ancient monarch , round the holy rishis all , Lightly stepped the gentle maidens , proudly stepped the princes tall ! And a rain of flowers descended from the sky serene THE BRIDAL OF SITA 13.
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... sought , Prayed unto the Lord of Creatures , NARAYANA Ancient Sire , Placed his offering on his forehead , poured it on the lighted fire , Piously partook the remnant , sought for NARAYANA's aid , 22 THE EPIC OF RAMA , PRINCE OF INDIA.
... sought , Prayed unto the Lord of Creatures , NARAYANA Ancient Sire , Placed his offering on his forehead , poured it on the lighted fire , Piously partook the remnant , sought for NARAYANA's aid , 22 THE EPIC OF RAMA , PRINCE OF INDIA.
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... fire curling shone , And the buck was duly roasted and the tender meat was done . Pure from bath , with sacred mantra Rama did the holy rite , And invoked the bright Immortals for to bless the dwelling site , To the kindly VISWA - DEVAS ...
... fire curling shone , And the buck was duly roasted and the tender meat was done . Pure from bath , with sacred mantra Rama did the holy rite , And invoked the bright Immortals for to bless the dwelling site , To the kindly VISWA - DEVAS ...
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... fire , Short the pathway to the asram , soon the cottage thou shalt see , Soothe their anger by entreaty , ask their grace and pardon free ! But before thou goest , monarch , take , O take thy torturing dart , For it rankles in my bosom ...
... fire , Short the pathway to the asram , soon the cottage thou shalt see , Soothe their anger by entreaty , ask their grace and pardon free ! But before thou goest , monarch , take , O take thy torturing dart , For it rankles in my bosom ...
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accents Agastya anchorite ancient anguish arrows Ayodhya banished battle beauty Bharat Bibhishan bold bosom Brahmans brave bright brother chariot consort coursers dark darksome Dasa-ratha deed doth duteous duty dwell earth elder empire Epic exile faint fair faithful Lakshman fame father fell foemen forest gallant Lakshman gentle Sita Gods grace greetings Hanuman hast hath heart hermit Hindu holy honour India INDRA Indrajit Janak jungle Kausalya king Kishkindha Kosalas Kumbha-karna kusa Lanka lofty lord Lord of Midnight mandate Maricha mighty monarch mother mountains o'er obeisance Panchavati pathless peerless pride princes proud Queen Kaikeyi race Raghu's Rakshas Rama's Ramayana Ravan righteous Rama rishi rite royal sacred Saint seek Sita's slay soft-eyed Sita sorrow spake Sugriva sweet tears thee thou throne true truth tusker unto Valmiki valour Vanars Vasishtha vengeance Videha's virtue wander warlike warrior weapon wedded weeping Wherefore wife wild woman's wood word wrath
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Page 41 - For my mother often taught me and my father often spake, That her home the wedded woman doth beside her husband make, As the shadow to the substance, to her lord is faithful wife, And she parts not from her consort till she parts with fleeting life! Therefore bid me seek the jungle and in pathless forests roam, Where the wild deer freely ranges and the tiger makes his home, Happier than in father's mansions in the woods will Sita rove, Waste no thought on home or kindred, nestling in her husband's...
Page 71 - Crafty priests have forged these maxims and with selfish objects say, Make thy gifts and do thy penance, leave thy worldly wealth and pray! There is no Hereafter, Rama, vain the hope and creed of men, Seek the pleasures of the present, spurn illusions poor and vain, Take the course of sense and wisdom, cast all idle faith aside, Take the kingdom Bharat offers, rule Ayodhya in thy pride!
Page 88 - Raksha princess for Rama and for Lakshman is rejected with scorn, and smarting under insult and punishment she fires her brother Ravan, the king of Ceylon, with a thirst for vengeance. The dwellers of Ceylon are described in the Epic as monsters of various forms, and able to assume different shapes at will. Ravan sends Maricha in the shape of a beautiful deer to tempt away Rama and Lakshman from the cottage, and then finds his chance for stealing away the unprotected Sita. The misfortunes of our...
Page 100 - I am Rama's wedded wife ! Mighty-armed, mighty-chested, mighty with his bow and sword, Lion midst the sons of mortals, — Rama is my wedded lord ! Stainless as the Moon in glory, stainless in his deed and word, Rich in valour and in virtue,— Rama is my wedded lord ! Sure thy fitful life is shadowed by a dark and dreadful fate", Since in frenzy of thy passion courtest thou a warrior's mate, Tear the tooth of hungry lion while upon the calf he feeds, Touch the fang of deadly cobra while his dying...
Page 95 - Ruthless Rakshas roam the forest to revenge their leader slain, Various are their arts and accents; chase thy thought of causeless pain!" Sparkled Sita's eye in anger, frenzy marked her speech and word, For a woman's sense is clouded by the danger of her lord: "Markest thou my Rama's danger with a cold and callous heart, Courtest thou the death of elder in thy deep deceitful art, In thy semblance of compassion dost thou hide a cruel craft...
Page 8 - ... Rama, gallant Lakshman, in the royal palace dwell, And our brother of Videha prizes Rama's warlike pride, To each prince of proud Kosala yields a fair Videha-bride, If it please ye, priests and chieftains, speed we to Mithila fair, World-renowned is Janak's virtue, Heaven-inspired his learning rare!" Spake each peer and holy Brahman: "Dasa-ratha's will be done!
Page 36 - Satrughna in thy father's realms afar, Hath some cloud of dark disaster crossed their bright auspicious star? Duteously the royal consorts on the loving monarch wait, Hath some woe or dire misfortune dimmed the lustre of their fate, I would yield my life and fortune ere I wound my father's heart, Hath my unknown crime or folly caused his ancient bosom smart? Ever dear is Queen Kaikeyi to her consort and her king, Hath some angry accent escaped thee thus his royal heart to wring, Speak, my ever-loving...
Page 141 - He would soothe her lifelong sorrow, bless her aged eyes once more, Sita's love! Ayodhya's monarch! Queen Kausalya's dearest born! Rama soul of truth and virtue sleeps the sleep that knows no morn!" Sorely wept the sorrowing Sita in her accents soft and low, And the silent stars of midnight wept to witness Sita's woe, But Trijata her companion, — though a Raksha woman she, — Felt her soul subdued by sadness, spake to Sita tenderly : "Weep not, sad and saintly Sita, shed not widow's tears in vain,...
Page 53 - Where the vast and sea-like rivers met in sisters' sweet embrace, And the asram's* peaceful dwellers, bird of song and spotted deer, Quaked to see the princely strangers in their warlike garb appear! Rama stepped with valiant Lakshman, gentle Sita followed close, Till behind the screening foliage hermits' peaceful dwellings rose, And they came to Bharad-vaja, anchorite and holy saint, Girt by true and faithful pupils on his sacred duty bent. Famed for rites and lofty penance was the anchorite of...
Page 97 - As a deep and darksome cavern is by grass and leaf concealed, Ravan stood sedate and silent, and he gazed on Rama's queen, Ivory brow and lip of coral, sparkling teeth of pearly sheen ! Lighting up the lonely cottage Sita sat in radiance high, As the Moon with streaks of silver fills the lonely midnight sky, Lighting up the gloomy woodlands with her eyes serenely fair, With her bark-clad shape of beauty mantled by her raven hair ! Ravan fired by impure passion fixed on her his lustful eye, And the...