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or troops of deer come gently to the banks to drink rama and lakshman gathered fruit for food and brought in trophies of the chase which sita with gay cheerfulness prepared and cooked | mls_en | |
while all about him higher peaks ascend so beautiful was that spot that beholding it lord rama's soul from the tower window was filled with deep content and he cried unto his comrades | mls_en | |
and i my lord and king will never take thy place return dear brother to thy rights and reign in fair | mls_en | |
deluded quite had forced our father to name me regent in thy stead and drive thee into exile and now o rama out of grief for thee our father alas is dead thy mother his best comfort in his latest hours | mls_en | |
anxious to soothe her grief he knelt beside her and tried many a kind caress coaxing her to tell him what moved her to such sorrow | mls_en | |
betrayed by his great love the king leapt like a deer into the snare she laid with a fond smile he placed his hand beneath his darling's head and raised her up then solemnly swore to grant her any two requests | mls_en | |
the homeless wretch clad in a rough and untrimmed coat of bark must wander through a wilderness of sand and thorn and sleep upon the ground enough dear love a life like that is not for thee stay home my sita and be happy here | mls_en | |
consecrate my son and send thy rama banished for fourteen years into the distant forests struck dumb with horror at her words the king spoke not a word at first | mls_en | |
the while there dawned upon him all the meaning of the boon she asked the deep-laid scheme by which she had entrapped him then in his indignation he burst forth | mls_en | |
so when his years were many he besought of heaven a worthy heir to take his place to rule his people wisely and guard them well | mls_en | |
but bharat flung himself before lord rama's feet with bitter tears dear brother he said on my return from visiting our uncle how shocked was i to hear what in my absence had been done how my poor mother | mls_en | |
then i go too no heaven is anywhere for me if thou art gone lost in deep thought the hero stood yet still he feared to lead this tender flower into the rough and fearsome forest | mls_en | |
ancient capital of king das a ratha and the children of the sun now this great king had led a life of virtue and of valor yet though he had three queens he had no son to follow him on the throne | mls_en | |
overcome at first with grief at hearing of his father's death lord rama made no answer but at last he said nay brother | mls_en | |
but sita spoke once more with weeping eyes the woe the terror all the toil and pain will but be joy to me joined with thy love | mls_en | |
within the streams ferocious crocodiles lie hid and oft wild elephants rush forth while on the gale comes borne the wolf's long howl | mls_en | |
o let me go whate'er i may endure following thee will only make my soul more pure fear not for me o my rama let me go | mls_en | |
and with a bitter cry she flung her arms round rama's neck and clung there till he gave her leave to go i knew not love the strength of thy fond heart he said naught now shall ever part me from my wife | mls_en | |
rama sought in vain to urge his brother to remain behind that true and faithful friend would not yield his intent so the royal three rama and his true wife sita and lakshman faithful to the end | mls_en | |
in answer to his prayer there came not one fine son but four ra'ma eldest born son of the queen | mls_en | |
the world may live without the sun as well as i without my rama take rama from me and what is life then worth to me | mls_en | |
then lakshman's eyes began to overflow with generous tears fondly caressing his brother's feet he said if thy purpose then is changeless i too will follow thee nor ever leave thee | mls_en | |
see waving in the western wind the light leaves of the tamarind and mark that giant peepul through those feathery clumps of tall bamboo | mls_en | |
walked for the last time to the palace to see the aged king through crowds that filled each street and balcony each portico and roof they passed | mls_en | |
then rama fell upon his knees before her pressed her dear feet and said his last farewell with lakshman still beside him he turned his anxious steps toward his own home the hardest trial of all remained before him still | mls_en | |
and laksh'man and his twin brother sons of the youngest queen nursed with care these babes grew into fair strong youths filling their father's heart with joy and he lived in such sweet comradeship with them | mls_en | |
then will all wealth and honor be given to queen kau safya and thou wilt be despised all power will be prince rama's and how sad will be the fate of thy dear son prince | mls_en | |
for he was gallant beautiful and strong void of all envy and the thought of wrong with gentle grace to man and child he spoke | mls_en | |
still no complaint the noble rama made he comforted his father and spoke soothingly to all let chariots elephants horsemen all my treasures follow in lord rama's train to ease his exile cried the king | mls_en | |
asked her courteously the cause for such a change that greedy dame lost now to shame told the whole matter to the prince how the king his father had taken most solemn oath to grant her two requests | mls_en | |
but best and noblest of the four lord of all virtues in whom all peerless graces dwelt the king's chief glory was his eldest child young | mls_en | |
mid the silver sound of tinkling ornaments that bound their wrists a thousand women in one wild lament cried rama rama | mls_en | |
they loved each other as brothers ever should and roamed the palace grounds together in sweet accord rama and lakshman always side by side | mls_en | |
nor was bharat tempted once within his soul to prove untrue unto his elder brother as to rama in the forest he rose up in all the might of noble manhood and sought out | mls_en | |
each prince rendered unto the other's mother such reverence and affection as to his own and not one of all three queens but loved the sons of her sister consorts as dearly as her own | mls_en | |
if thou thyself wilt not return and i must be the regent in thy stead then will i never sit upon thy throne thy sandals only shall occupy that royal seat beneath the white umbrella of the king | mls_en | |
the whole long dreary night the unhappy king spent in entreaty searching out the way to touch her heart he could not move her from her purpose so dawned the morning of the day that had been set aside for rama's consecration | mls_en | |
reverently rama bowed to greet his royal sire and then as reverent did obeisance at kai keyis feet the king with downcast eyes that brimmed with tears could only murmur | mls_en | |
and then say no more the youth beholding what a change the night had wrought in his dear father and seeing him thus weeping my book house and unstrung was pierced with sorrow and turning to | mls_en | |
so the father's bosom glowed with joy and pride for the rare virtues of his sons and the love they showed to one another | mls_en | |
then the rose of women took her seat in the sun-bright car the king had waiting rama and lakshman sprang in by her side and bearing with them naught save only a basket bound in hide and a husbandman's hoe | mls_en | |
as he passed along the streets he saw the signs of joy no more for him and all the sacred vessels arranged for that great day the golden chalices whose water poured upon his head would have ordained him lord | mls_en | |
but kai keyi only rose delighted with the news i rejoice that rama shares his father's throne she cried kau saryas son is even as dear to me as mine own child | mls_en | |
the years passed by for those four brothers and their father and mothers in joy and happiness and rama through strong courage won to wife the fairest maid beneath the heavens sweet si'ta rose of women | mls_en | |
no angry word no sharp reproof passed rama's gentle lips at once he said fear not o lady my father's faith shall never be pledged in vain | mls_en | |
giving over to his hands the reins of government when he made known his wish unto the people there arose from all such shouts of loud acclaim as shook the very palace with a storm of sound | mls_en | |
if he hath promised i will go heralds shall summon bharat home to take my place as regent and i will don the hermit's garb and fare forth to the forest | mls_en | |
nestling closer to her rama's side she begged him in her soft low faltering accents to help her put it on with m y book house his own hands lord rama fastened it but over her silks not next her tender skin | mls_en | |
who in speechless woe had heard his words with reverent farewell he left the bower where queen kai keyi sat exulting in her triumph and went to pay one last sad visit to his own beloved mother | mls_en | |
how often had prince rama passing through the ample city streets upon his stately elephant or in his gold-decked chariot bent to greet the townsmen as beloved friends asking how each one fared | mls_en | |
one duty i hold above all others that a son should ever serve and be obedient to his father then he gently stooped to comfort his beloved father | mls_en | |
removing their fine garments rama and lakshman donned at once the hermit's dress but tender sita in her flowing silks eyed the strange garment trembling | mls_en | |
with whom he lived in tenderest affection then came a time when there arose in the monarch's breast a longing to lay aside the duties he had borne so long and make his beloved rama regent heir giving over | mls_en | |
from there lord rama watched the faithful subjects who had followed him to ganges sadly wending homeward on the far bank of the river | mls_en | |
but now though rama was his father's best beloved son the lovely queen kai keyi mother of bharat was the king's most cherished wife | mls_en | |
and saw its temples gleaming white its palaces and gay bazaars arrayed as if for holiday with pennons flying in the scented air and concert of glad music rising on the breeze | mls_en | |
house hath been ever good and kind meek to his mother and meeker still to me what difference though he rule there is no cause to fear his brethren are as dear to him as his own soul | mls_en | |
a griffith from the tower window and cranes and peacocks spreading gorgeous jewelled trains from the roof of this splendid palace kai keyis little hunchbacked maid looked out over all the town | mls_en | |
how thrived his wife and babes and servants and so those townsmen loved him with exceeding great devotion joyous preparations were begun at once to consecrate lord rama regent in his father's stead | mls_en | |
and his last look of love and grief was in the eyes of that beloved mother riding thus the exiles came by night where the dark river jum'ne pours her tributary tide with kissing waves into the ganges crystal flood | mls_en | |
he found his mother in linen robes of purest white intent on holy rites for she was of more serious mood than lotus-eyed kai keyi but | mls_en | |
with streaming eyes the mother too begged rama to give heed to lakshmans counsel forgive me mother said the hero gently | mls_en | |
he saw and did not turn his eye away his glance betrayed no anguish his foot no haste still on his brow though his high hopes were dead shone that great glory that was all his own | mls_en | |
but when she heard his news how hope of being regent was no more for him but exile in the distant forest in its place she wept in black despair and none could comfort her | mls_en | |
in single file they marched through the wonderful tropical jungle amidst a wealth of vivid flowers beneath huge trees where brilliant birds made music and chattering monkeys leapt from limb to limb | mls_en | |
why doth no gilded car thy triumph lead with four brave horses of the swiftest breed no favored elephant precede the crowd like a black mountain or a thunder-cloud | mls_en | |
thrilled with the joy of that wonderful spot the exiles went on a little further till below them they saw a beautiful river a glorious limpid stream on its shelving bank their early bathing done stood a company of hermits lifting reverent hands in prayer | mls_en | |
no herald march in front of thee to hold the precious burthen of thy throne of gold if thou be king ordained this day then why this sorry plight pale cheek and gloomy eye | mls_en | |
eager to work her will reminded the jealous queen how she once tenderly nursed her husband of a wound received in battle and he out of love and gratitude had sworn to grant her any two requests | mls_en | |
now prince bharat was from home just then attending at an uncle's court and his mother took upon herself alone the full responsibility for his fate | mls_en | |
why does no royal canopy like foam for its white beauty shade thee to thy home where are the tuneful bards thy deeds to sing | mls_en | |
then in some green and grassy glade she and lord rama took their fill of gazing on the landscape watching now the bright flamingoes with their rosy wings and now the swans and herons on the stream below | mls_en | |
but the crook-backed maid burning with jealous envy so urged her point that at the last she poisoned queen kai keyis mind and there flamed within her but one single thought to make the king her husband name her son prince | mls_en | |
where are the fans that wave before the king why doth the city send no merry throng to bring thee home with melody and song | mls_en | |
regent in the place of rama and send beloved rama into exile in the woods then the evil-minded maid | mls_en | |
there said lord rama will we make our home so the exiles joined that colony of simple souls whose days were passed in sacred study who sought to work not speak not think not sin | mls_en | |
till gathering strength each rapid rill leaps lightly laughing down the hilly then bounding o'er the rocky wally flashes the foamy water-fall | mls_en | |
frank paused breathlessly she has a child you say a little child did she care for that did she love it she worships him as fool that i have been not to have seen it only a good woman could love her child | mls_en | |
jacynth her friend answered her mother cry answered and left her childless then he brought her here here to this beautiful lonely wind girt sea-girt island and left her to strain her eyes out into the sea that said nothing to her | mls_en | |
frank's jealousy was dead forever then bring her child here let her wake amid her natural surroundings her husband by her side her child's voice ringing in her ears the life of the home about her | mls_en | |
and pitifully the tremulous lips murmured if frank were here he would not let them hurt me if frank were here what a strange complicated fenella ardigitized by google taigned for murder she pleaded guilty guilty though her hands were clean | mls_en | |
pull pull he said as if you were getting away from hell and feverishly with white set lips with gleaming eyes | mls_en | |
she knew too what she had done to save him frank the words rushed to her lips words of love of forgiveness of and he repelled her | mls_en | |
but her faith was dead and her hope and her youth she staggered home to her old seat by the window she felt sick and giddy and dazed as from an earthquake all her world was in ruins | mls_en | |
then she met frank in the street and light flashed back to her and memory and understanding in a rush of emotion she saw him as a lover as husband as murderer she knew what he had done | mls_en | |
her ice-cold on her heart he lay his dead love his living contempt and she who would have died for him seemed as if she died by him he killed her not physically she still lived moved breathed | mls_en | |
his faith in her that would answer for all things his gratitude to her gratitude that she would put away and not let him linger over but would banish and forget and it should be forgotten | mls_en | |
let the past be forgotten by her let peace be her healing and love her medicine you will be her doctor not i when there is recognition in hef eyes and she is struggling back to a world that has been so cruel to her | mls_en | |
with the unthinking generosity of a child she did a woman's deed with a man's heart she took her husband's guiltless guilt upon herself and cried it was i while yet the horror of his act was vibrating through her frame | mls_en | |
his feet pressed against the wood the muscles of his arms standing out like iron the youth in him dying under the strain his very brain ceasing to act and his heart almost standing still | mls_en | |
nothing should be between them any more but love he would bring her back ronny he and she and ronny would be together always and then they had met and he had repulsed her rejected her looked upon her coldly | mls_en | |
wronged the girl love that had lain on his breast believed and loved him the child who had grown to womanhood in his arms fenella his wife and at last the keel of the boat grated on the shore | mls_en | |
he tried by physical exertion to deaden that burning mental pain that seized him as he felt saw heard and writhed under the sense that he had wronged her wronged fenella wronged the woman who always was and always would be the one woman on earth for him | mls_en | |
that though she was past reason and had not asked why he had delayed she had felt he would come and that in his eyes she would read his love for her that had never swerved | mls_en | |
it was only now she realized the hope on which she had lived all this time only now she knew that frank had been the bulwark on which she rested the light toward which she had looked | mls_en | |
fenella he said fenella it was a moan a cry not a human being asking for his wife but a soul in anguish crying to its god | mls_en | |
i swear i never knew i was ill i heard nothing knew nothing until an hour ago my sweet what you must have suffered fenella speak a word a little word sweetheart think of our childhood | mls_en | |
i must get back i must get back all that he was capable of was a wish to get back to see her face again to fling himself down on his knees before her see that fair sweet face that child's face | mls_en | |
fenella my wife my darling for heaven's sake listen to me don't look at me like that my darling hear me i never knew | mls_en | |
did you call sir asked the mate coming forward touching his gold-braided cap did you call with blood-shot eyes frank looked at him saw beyond him fenella any part of guernsey sir | mls_en |
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