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Hindu literature : Comprising The Book of good counsels, Nala and Damayanti, The Ramayana, and Sakoontala

Creator: Anonymous, Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877, Kalidasa, Valmiki
Translator: Arnold, Edwin, Sir, 1832-1904, Griffiths, R. T. H., Monier-Williams, Monier, Sir, 1819-1899
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Queen Victoria Story of Her Life and Reign, 1819-1901

QUEEN VICTORIA STORY OF HER LIFE AND REIGN 1819-1901 [ILLUSTRATION: QUEEN VICTORIA. (From a Photograph by Russell & Son.)] 'Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen.'
ten-headed Ravana carried off the wife of Ramchundra! It does not do, 'With evil people neither stay nor go; The Heron died for being with the Crow.' 'How did that befall?' asked the King. The Parrot related:-- THE STORY OF THE HERON AND THE CROW 'The high-road to Oogein is a very unshaded and sultry one; but there stands upon it one large Peepul-tree, and therein a Crow and a Heron had their residence together. It was in the hot weather that a tired traveller passed that way, and, for the sake of the shade, he laid his bow and arrows down, and dropped asleep under the tree. Before long the shadow of the tree shifted, and left his face exposed to the glare; which the Heron perceiving, like the kindly bird he was, perched on the Peepul-tree, and spread his wings out so as to cast a shadow on the traveller's face. There the poor fellow, weary with his travel, continued to sleep soundly, and snored away comfortably with open mouth. The sight of his enjoyment was too much for the malevolent Crow, who, perching over him, dropped an unwelcome morsel into the sleeper's mouth, and straightway flew off. The traveller, starting from his slumber, looked about, and, seeing no bird but the Heron, he fitted an arrow and shot him dead. No!' concluded the Parrot, 'I like the society of honest folk.'