Illustrated history of ancient literature, oriental and classicalQuackenbos, John D. (John Duncan)
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Illustrated history of ancient literature, oriental and classical
Quackenbos, John D. (John Duncan)
Classical literature -- History and criticism; Oriental literature -- History and criticism
“Oh! what is heaven without thee, love? With thee I’ll live and die;
Never will Râma stoop to fear, though Brahma’s self come nigh.
Obedience to my father’s will now sends me to the wood;
For paramount of duties this is counted by the good.
Only to try thy mind, my love, thy prayer I first denied:
I never dreamed that aught could harm the lady by my side;
But yet I feared to suffer thee, so delicate and fair,
The troubles of a forest life and all its woes to share.
Now, as the glory of his life the saint can ne’er resign,
Thou too, devoted, brave, and true, shalt follow and be mine.”
GRIFFITH.
As a favorable specimen of the florid description in which Hindoo
imagination excels, we quote from the same epic,
THE DESCENT OF THE GANGES.
“From the high heaven burst Ganges forth, first on Siva’s lofty
crown;
Headlong then, and prone to earth, thundering rushed the cataract
down.
Swarms of bright-hued fish came dashing; turtles, dolphins, and in
their mirth,
Fallen, or falling, glancing, flashing, to the many-gleaming earth;
And all the host of heaven came down, sprites and genii in amaze,
And each forsook his heavenly throne, upon that glorious scene to
gaze.
On cars, like high-towered cities, seen, with elephants and coursers
rode.
Or on soft-swinging palanquin lay wondering, each observant god.
As met in bright divan each god, and flashed their jewelled
vestures’ rays,
The coruscating ether glowed, as with a hundred suns ablaze.
And in ten thousand sparkles bright went flashing up the cloudy
spray,
The snowy-flocking swans less white, within its glittering mists
at play.
And headlong now poured down the flood, and now in silver circlets
wound;
Then lake-like spread, all bright and broad, then gently, gently
flowed around;
Then ’neath the caverned earth descending, then spouted up the
boiling tide;
Then stream with stream, harmonious blending, swell bubbling up or
smooth subside.
By that heaven-welling water’s breast, the genii and the sages
stood;
Its sanctifying dews they blest, and plunged within the lustral
flood.”—MILMAN.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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