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Page 46 - ... beautiful as the bow of the Lord of Gods (Indra), in the gardens of which is the young Mandara tree, caused to grow by my beloved wife, like an adopted son, bending down through the weight of its clusters, attainable to the hand (ie within reach.) 75 (Calcutta Ed. 79). And from this, a flight of stairs formed of emerald slabs leads to a large oblong pond, covered with golden lotus, with stalks glossy like lapis lazuli. The Hansas, which make their residence in its waters, throw aside regret,...
Page 7 - The Rajhansas, hearing thy ear-pleasing thunder, that has the power to make the earth (in a state) cropping up with mushroom parasols, and longing to go to the Lake Manasa, will become thy companions in the sky as far as Kailasa, as soon as they have made provision for the journey of the fresh cuttings of the Lotus plant.
Page 53 - And visions of her dearer half's return. Now seeking sleep, a husband to restore, And waking now, his absence to deplore ; Deprived of slumber by returning woes, Or mocked by idle phantoms of repose ; Till her slight form, consumed by ceaseless pain, Shews like the moon fast hastening to its wane.