"Bramin" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... reigns, And holds each mountain-wave in chains, The fur-clad savage, ere he guides his deer [Footnote 4] By glistering star-light thro' the snow, Breathes softly in her wondering ear Each potent spell thou bad'st him know. By thee inspir'd, on India's sands, [Footnote 5] Full in the sun the Bramin stands; And, while the panting tigress hies To quench her fever in the stream, His spirit laughs in agonies, [Footnote 6] Smit by the scorchings of the noontide beam. Mark who mounts the sacred pyre, Blooming in her bridal vest: She hurls the torch! ...
— Poems • Samuel Rogers |
