The Iliad of the East; A Selection of Legends Drawn from the R M Yana [And Tr. from H. Fauche's Version] by F. Richardson

The Iliad of the East; A Selection of Legends Drawn from the R M Yana [And Tr. from H. Fauche's Version] by F. Richardson

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1870 edition. Excerpt: ...of the splendid King Dasaratha, is probably a Rakshasa in disguise! He it is who has devoured Chap. IX. They suspect him till he says he has given his life for Sita. Rama begs his forgiveness. Jatayu tells how he met Ravana. my Sita! Behold him in a hideous sleep, having gorged my large-eyed Princess!" Then Jatayu turned his mild gaze reproachfully on Rama. "I am not sleeping," he answered; "I shall soon die--Ravana, the Lord of Rakshasas, has slain me because I sought to rescue thy Love from his clutch!" At that, the Dasarathide flung himself on his knees beside the magnanimous Vulture. "O Jatayu! O my Friend!" he cried, "forgive me. Sorrow has well-nigh maddened me, or I had not conceived the thought! And it was in the service of my Sita thou didst receive these cruel hurts? Ravana has robbed me of her, thou sayest? O Best of Feathered Creatures! pity my despair, and tell me all thou knowest!" Then, supported in the Hero's arms, the King of Vultures strove hard with the feebleness of approaching death, and answered in a faint yet clear voice: "I was slumbering on the highest peak of the Mount Vindhya, when the wind came trembling to me bearing a piteous cry, 'Save me, save me, Rama!' I knew the voice of the Princess with the starlike eyes, --and I sprang up--and flapped my wings to assure myself I did not dream, --and threw myself forth upon the air. As I hung there, pondering on what course to pursue, lo, I beheld Pushpaka, the war-chariot of Ravana, the Enemy of Gods and Men, --and behold the dreadful Fiend clasped in his arms the youthful Vaidehi, the Flower amongst beautiful Women. She held her little hands out to me, and screamed, ' Thou good Jatayu, rescue me!' Then 1 rushed after the...
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  • English
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  • 9781236537690