National EpicsA.C. McClurg, 1896 - 398 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 46
... lord's life , without which I am dead ; Give me that gift of gifts ! I will not take Aught less without him , — not one boon - -no praise , not even those sons No splendors , no rewards , Whom thou didst promise . Ah , thou wilt not now ...
... lord's life , without which I am dead ; Give me that gift of gifts ! I will not take Aught less without him , — not one boon - -no praise , not even those sons No splendors , no rewards , Whom thou didst promise . Ah , thou wilt not now ...
الصفحة 47
... Lord ! " But Yudhi - sthira knew his time was come , Knew that life passes and that virtue lasts , And put aside their love . ― ... So , with farewells Tenderly took of lieges and of lords , Girt he for travel with his princely kin ...
... Lord ! " But Yudhi - sthira knew his time was come , Knew that life passes and that virtue lasts , And put aside their love . ― ... So , with farewells Tenderly took of lieges and of lords , Girt he for travel with his princely kin ...
الصفحة 49
... Lord ! the man Who never erred from virtue , never broke Our fellowship , and never in the world Was matched for goodly perfectness of form Or gracious feature , Nakalu has fallen ! " But Yudhi - sthira , holding fixed his eyes , - That ...
... Lord ! the man Who never erred from virtue , never broke Our fellowship , and never in the world Was matched for goodly perfectness of form Or gracious feature , Nakalu has fallen ! " But Yudhi - sthira , holding fixed his eyes , - That ...
الصفحة 50
... Lord of all the gods , she Give that my brothers come with me , who fell ! Not without them is Swarga sweet to me . She too , the dear and kind and queenly , Whose perfect virtue Paradise must crown , Grant her to come with us ! Dost ...
... Lord of all the gods , she Give that my brothers come with me , who fell ! Not without them is Swarga sweet to me . She too , the dear and kind and queenly , Whose perfect virtue Paradise must crown , Grant her to come with us ! Dost ...
الصفحة 52
... Lord of Death and Justice , Dharma's self ! Sweet were the words which fell from those dread lips , Precious the lovely praise : " O thou true King , Thou that dost bring to harvest the good seed Of Pandu's righteousness ; thou that ...
... Lord of Death and Justice , Dharma's self ! Sweet were the words which fell from those dread lips , Precious the lovely praise : " O thou true King , Thou that dost bring to harvest the good seed Of Pandu's righteousness ; thou that ...
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الصفحة 381 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...
الصفحة 383 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born! Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblamed? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity...
الصفحة 381 - Hail, horrors ! hail, Infernal World ! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor — one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
الصفحة 383 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt « Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
الصفحة 382 - Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear — to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand — He walked with, to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie, not like those steps On Heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
الصفحة 381 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven...
الصفحة 398 - Meroe Nilotic isle, and more to west, The realm of Bocchus to the Blackmoor sea ; From the Asian kings and Parthian among these, From India, and the golden Chersonese, And utmost Indian isle, Taprobane, Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreathed ; From Gallia, Gades, and the British west ; Germans, and Scythians, and Sarmatians, north Beyond Danubius to the Tauric pool.
الصفحة 397 - From cold septentrion blasts ; thence in the midst Divided by a river, of whose banks On each side an imperial city stood, With towers and temples proudly elevate On seven small hills, with palaces adorned,, Porches and theatres, baths, aqueducts, Statues and trophies, and triumphal arcs, Gardens and groves, presented to his eyes...
الصفحة 384 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
الصفحة 382 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.