Book, Chapter
1 2, 2 | was the red field covered o'er!~Now the festal day approacheth!
2 2, 2 | ranks of gathered nations o'er the wide and spacious
3 3, 5 | his warlike fame?~Thou, O Bhishma! Death's Subduer,
4 3, 6 | light was in his eye:~"List, O chiefs and righteous monarchs!
5 3, 7 | our realms we go,~Emperor o'er earthly rulers, blessings
6 3, 7 | pride of Kuru's race,~Grant, O friend! to sea-girt Dwarka,
7 3, 7 | s heart,~Grant me leave, O noble lady! for to Dwarka
8 4, 4 | the sacrificial fire,~And o'er sacred rights of homa
9 4, 4 | gratified."~"Grant me then, O gracious father! mighty
10 5, 1 | shades descended, mantling o'er the wood and lea,~Men
11 5, 2 | duty-loving husband watches o'er his consort's ways,~That
12 5, 3 | art-beloving gallant boy,~But O pious-hearted monarch! fair
13 5, 3 | patience like the Earth,~Yet O king! a sad disaster marks
14 5, 4 | blessed Savitri fervently,~O! that blessing fell upon
15 5, 4 | crystal nullahs gently roll'd o'er rocky bed,~Flower-decked
16 5, 4 | linger for a sleep doth o'er me steal."~With a wild
17 6, 3 | the arms of war to wield?~O'er a game they lost their
18 6, 4 | battle-car:~"Stop thy steeds, O prince of Matsya! for too
19 6, 4 | not in this battle, lead, O lead thy chariot far,~Midst
20 6, 5 | boy,~Grant her to my son, O monarch, as his wedded wife
21 7, 1 | festoons and graceful garlands o'er the golden cushions shone!~
22 7, 1 | days of dark concealment o'er,~Youthful princes in
23 7, 2 | blood of Vrishnis mantled o'er his lofty brow:~"Ye have
24 7, 5 | ire!~Stretch thy hands, O Kuru monarch! prove thy
25 7, 5 | gory plain!~Ponder yet, O ancient monarch! Rulers
26 7, 5 | holy name and thine!~Think, O man of many seasons! When
27 7, 5 | father once again!~Unto thee, O Dhrita-rashtra! Pandu's
28 7, 5 | a father's might!~This, O king! the soft entreaty
29 7, 5 | have said,~Take their love, O gracious monarch! Let thy
30 7, 8 | survivors they shall wander o'er the earth,~Curse the
31 7, 10| darkening sorrow shadows o'er my bitter fate,~That
32 8, 2 | glorious palm-tree standard o'er the field of battle rose,~
33 8, 3 | flight,~Be it mine alone, O Arjun! warrior's wonted
34 8, 3 | But while Arjun lives, O chieftain! weapon of thy
35 8, 8 | sea-birds skimming gaily o'er the bosom of the deep,~
36 8, 9 | fight!~Mind thy pledge, O chief of Kurus, save Hastina'
37 9, 1 | strife!~Saving this, command, O monarch, Arjun's bow and
38 9, 1 | not to Yudhishthir save o'er blood of Arjun shed!"~
39 9, 1 | the cry resounded circling o'er the battle-field,~Drona
40 9, 1 | drew her peaceful mantle o'er the living and the slain!~
41 9, 2 | Onward drove resistless Drona o'er the dying and the dead!~
42 9, 2 | his foeman Arjun sweeping o'er the red field of the
43 9, 3 | blood-red morning purpling o'er the angry east,~Fatal
44 9, 4 | thundered Arjun's chariot o'er the dying and the slain,~
45 9, 4 | s mantling darkness fell o'er distant hill an d plain,~
46 9, 5 | mostly slain,~Can it be, O beat of Brahmans, peerless
47 9, 5 | plighted fair!~Ask thyself, O prince Duryodhan, bound
48 9, 5 | a cry of nameless terror o'er the red and ghastly plain,~
49 10, 1 | Silken cloth of finest lustre o'er his crownéd head they
50 10, 1 | s sable garment mantled o'er the battle-field,~And
51 10, 2 | gave vent:~"Morning dawns, O Kuru's monarch! mighty Arjun
52 10, 2 | or proud Karna's shall be o'er,~Room is none for Arjun'
53 10, 2 | weapon laid!~Yet I own, O king of Kuru! Arjun doth
54 10, 2 | lightning-wingéd coursers o'er the startled field of
55 10, 2 | seems to fly,~Arjun lords it o'er the battle like the comet
56 10, 2 | nor fear,~Save thee then, O mighty archer I while I
57 10, 2 | cloud of anger darkened o'er his livid face,~And he
58 10, 2 | elder came:~"Hast thou yet, O tardly Arjun, base insulting
59 10, 2 | the blood of anger mantled o'er this rugged brow,~Pardon
60 10, 3 | lifeless lay,~Ghast and Pale o'er slaughtered thousands
61 10, 3 | fresh'ning waters sweeping o'er the grateful land!~As
62 10, 4 | earth the voice re-echoed o'er her distant hill and
63 10, 4 | birds in consternation flew o'er land and azure sky,~Men
64 10, 4 | shadows of the midnight fell o'er battle's silent plain,~
65 11, 2 | is the red field covered o'er,~Elephants and steeds
66 11, 2 | long-drawn howl of jackals o'er the scene of carnage
67 11, 2 | pain and wail of anguish o'er the ghastly field resound,~
68 11, 3 | Duryodhan slayed!~Thirteen years o'er Kuru's empire proud Duryodhan
69 11, 3 | to be a witness! Krishna, O that I were dead!~Mark Duryodhan'
70 11, 3 | tender-golden is her frame,~O my lotus! O my daughter!
71 11, 3 | is her frame,~O my lotus! O my daughter! Bharat's pride
72 11, 4 | and the sacred rite was o'er,~Dhrita-rashtra and Yudhishthir
73 11, 5 | wave of keener sorrow swept o'er Pritha's heaving breast,~
74 11, 5 | and pride,~All were ours, O noble Karna, hadst thou
75 12, 3 | sweetness spreads her smile o'er all the land!~Day by
76 End | Dhrita-rashtra who doth o'er Gandharvas reign,~This
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