The Ramaya of V LM KI Translated Into English Verse by Ralph T. H. Griffith

The Ramaya of V LM KI Translated Into English Verse by Ralph T. H. Griffith

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ...to the battle dare, Or else be patient and forbear, But, wouldst thou see me live in peace, ' Let mention of the hero cease. The good whose holy lives were spent In deepest thought, most innocent, With all their people many a time Have perished through another's crime. S0 in the common ruin, I Must for another's folly die. Do all thy strength and courage can, But ne'er will I approve the plan. For he, in might supremely great, The giant world could extirpate, Since, when impetuous Khara sought The grove of J anasthan and fought ' The Sanskrit words for car and jewels begin with m. For Siirpanakhafs sake, he died By Rama's hand in battle tried. How has he wronged thee? Soothly swear, And Rama's fault and sin declare. I warn thee, and my words are wise, I seek thy people's weal: But if this rede thou wilt despise, Nor hear my last appeal, ' Thou with thy kin and all thy friends In fight this day wilt die, When his great bow the hero bends, And shafts unerring fly.' But Ravan scorned the rede he gave In timely words to warn and save, E'en as the wretch who hates to live Rejects the herb the leeches give. By fate to sin and ruin spurred, That sage advice the giant heard, Then in reproaches hard and stern Thus to Maricha spoke in turn: 'Is this thy counsel, weak and base, Unworthy of thy giant race? Thy speech is fruitless, vain thy toil Like casting seed on barren soil. No words of thine shall drive me back From Rama and the swift attack. A fool is he, inured to sin, And more, of human origin. The craven, at a woman's call To leave his sire, his mother, all The friends he loved, the power and sway, And hasten to the woods away! But now his anger will I rouse, Stealing away his...show more

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  • Paperback | 74 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 150g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236911709
  • 9781236911704