The Pandit

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Page 118 - Emerges fairer from the wave ;) — But closely by the amorous sun Pursued, and vanquished in the race, Thou soon art locked in his embrace, And with him blendest into one. Fair Ushas, though through years untold Thou hast lived on, yet thou art born Anew on each succeeding morn, And so thou art both young and old.
Page 67 - King Dasaratha," thus cried they, " Fervent in penance many a day, The sacrificial steed has slain, Longing for sons, but all in vain. Now, at the cry of us forlorn, Incarnate as his seed be born. Three queens has he — each lovely dame Like Beauty, Modesty, or Fame. Divide thyself in four, and be His offspring by these noble three. Man's nature take, and slay in fight Ravan who laughs at heavenly might — This common scourge, this rankling thorn Whom the three worlds too long have borne.
Page 91 - Honored with all her heart could please, While dames and kinsfolk ever vied To see her wishes gratified-- Soon as she knew her husband's will Again to seek the forest, still Was ready for the hermit's cot, Nor murmured at her altered lot. The King attended to the wild That hermit and his own dear child...
Page 118 - Fair Ushas, though through years untold Thou hast lived on, yet thou art born Anew on each succeeding morn, And so thou art both young and old. As in thy fated ceaseless course Thou risest on us day by day, Thou wearest all our lives away With silent, ever-wasting, force. Their round our generations run : • The old depart, and in their place Springs ever up a younger race, Whilst thou, immortal, lookest on. All those who watched for thee of old Are gone, and now 't is we who gaze On thy approach...
Page 41 - A flood of rain from heaven sent That gladdened all the earth. Vibhandak took his homeward road, And wearied by the heavy load Of roots and woodland fruit he bore Entered at last his cottage door. Fain for his son he looked around, But desolate the cell he found. He stayed not then to bathe his feet, Though fainting with the toil and heat, But hurried forth and roamed about Calling the boy with cry and shout. He searched the wood, but all in vain; Nor tidings of his son could gain. One day beyond...
Page 39 - Angas' throne, Shall Lomapad to fame be known. But folly wrought by that great King A plague upon the land shall bring; No rain for many a year shall fall And grievous drought shall ruin all. The troubled King with many a prayer Shall bid the priests some cure declare: — "The lore of Heaven 'tis yours to know, Nor are ye blind to things below:— Declare, O holy men, the way This plague to expiate and stay.
Page 34 - The hermit ceased. The tuneful pair, Like heavenly minstrels sweet and fair, In music's art divinely skilled, Their saintly master's word fulfilled. Like Rama's self, from whom they came, They showed their sire in face and frame, As though from some fair sculptured stone Two selfsame images had grown.
Page 38 - CANTO VIII. SUMANTRA'S SPEECH. But splendid, just, and great of mind, The childless king for offspring pined. No son had he his name to grace, Transmitter of his royal race. Long had his anxious bosom wrought, And as he pondered rose the thought : ' A votive steed 'twere good to slay, So might a son the gift repay.
Page 67 - One only way I find To slay this fiend of evil mind. He prayed me once his life to guard From demon, God, and heavenly bard, And spirits of the earth and air, And I consenting heard his prayer. But the proud giant in his scorn Recked not of man of woman born. None else may take his life away, But only man the fiend may slay.
Page 36 - And three in width from side to side, With square and palace beautified. Her gates at even distance stand; Her ample roads are wisely planned. Right glorious is her royal street Where streams allay the dust and heat. On level ground in even row Her houses rise in goodly show: Terrace and palace, arch and gate The queenly city decorate. High are her ramparts, strong and vast, By ways at even distance passed, With circling moat, both deep and wide, And store of weapons fortified.

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