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answered arms beauty began beneath BHARTRIHARI birth blow body breast bright bring brother club dance dead dear death Deer-horn desire devils drink ears earth eyes face fair Faith fall father fear fell felt fight fire fish flowers fool Forget fruits giant girls give gods golden grace grew grow hair hand head heart heaven hell hermit HITOPADESHA holy hope Kalidasa's keep kind king kiss leave less light lips lives longer love's MAHABHARATA maiden Manu monkey mountain move natural never night once pain peace pearl pious play Pot-ear pray Rama relatives religious remember rest river seemed shine sink sleep smile sorrow soul stand stone strike sweet things thought took trees trust turn wealth wife wisdom wise women wood young youth
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Page 103 - A beggar to the graveyard hied And there 'Friend corpse, arise,' he cried; 'One moment lift my heavy weight Of poverty; for I of late Grow weary, and desire instead Your comfort: you are good and dead.
Page 99 - Boy. Meanwhile I'll play with this one. Hermit-woman (looks and laughs). Let him go. King. My heart goes out to this wilful child. (Sighing.) They show their little buds of teeth In peals of causeless laughter; They hide their trustful heads beneath Your heart. And stumbling after Come sweet, unmeaning sounds that sing To you. The father warms And loves the very dirt they bring Upon their little forms. Hermit-woman (shaking her finger). Won't you mind me? (She looks about.) Which one of the hermit-boys...
Page 42 - By Faith the holy fire is lit, And sung the liturgy; We pray to Faith with all our wit For prosperous piety. Give wealth, O Faith, to me who give Such worship as I can; Make me respected, make me live A rich, religious man. The gods have faith from imps, I see; For what they will, they can ; Enlarge my prosperous piety As a rich, religious man. Gods worship Faith, and pious men Must worship every hour; If faith first fills our bosoms, then Faith gives us wealth and power.
Page 6 - In the first place, my dear, he is our adopted brother. Secondly, he gives us fruit. I cannot kill him. Please do not insist. Besides, there is a proverb: To give us birth, we need a mother; For second birth we need another: And friendship's brothers seem by far More dear than natural brothers are." But she said: "You have never refused me before. So I am sure it is a she-monkey. You love her and spend the whole day with her. That is why you will not give me what I want. And when you meet me at night,...
Page 66 - ... sixth. Shakuntala has held captive the heart of India for fifteen hundred years, and wins the love of increasing thousands in the West; for so noble a union of sweetness with strength is one of the miracles of art. Though lovely women walk the world to-day By tens of thousands, there is none so fair In all that exhibition and display With her most perfect beauty to compare — because it is a most perfect beauty of soul no less than of outward form. Her character grows under our very eyes. When...
Page 58 - Here, chained and fettered, I recall today, The slender form, eyes veiled in modest fear, The wine-sweet lips I kissed in loving play, The musk, the saffron of my own Kashmir, Betel, and camphor, that to her were dear The crowning moment I recall today...
Page 66 - No doubt her heavenly features keep today The pallid splendor of the autumn moon, And trip the saint on his ascetic way: Would I might gain the glory lost so soon, And lose no -more forever such a boon! Ah, yes, if I might plunge again today Beneath...
Page 101 - WHY MEN FIGHT From BHARTRIHARI Perhaps the warrior, smitten by his foe, Will rise to heaven and leave the world below; Perhaps the fighting is its own reward; No god has told us and we do not know. We only know that the applauding beat Of eager hands, the joyous shouts that greet The sturdy fighter from his foes and friends, Are music in his ears, and very sweet.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Relatives: Being Further Verses |
| Author | Arthur William Ryder |
| Translated by | Arthur William Ryder |
| Compiled by | Arthur William Ryder |
| Publisher | A.M. Robertson, 1919 |
| Length | 103 pages |
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