All 33 Uses of
bereft
in
The Ramayana
- The subjects' woe when thus bereft; And how the following crowds he left: With Guha talked, and firmly stern Ordered his driver to return.†
Book 1 *bereft = not having something, or greatly saddened by the loss of something
- And how thy foe in doubtful strife Had nigh bereft thee of thy life.†
Book 2
- But then to wild confusion left, Of Ráma and of me bereft.†
Book 2
- And in the line from which we spring, When ordered by their sire the king, Through earth the sons of Sagar cleft, And countless things of life bereft.†
Book 2
- Bereft of thee, my lonely heart Must break, and life and I must part.†
Book 2
- Nor can a lonely woman left By her dear husband live bereft.†
Book 2
- Now, son of Raghu, for my sake Obey this one request I make, Or, of her darling son bereft, Kausalyá has no comfort left.†
Book 2
- Submissive, gentle, old is she, And keeps her lips from blame of thee, For her, kind lord, of me bereft A sea of whelming woe is left.†
Book 2
- Like Earth with all her hills bereft Of Indra's guiding care.†
Book 2
- Bereft of Ráma good and wise, With drooping cheer and weeping eyes, Each woe-distracted sage gave vent To sorrow in his wild lament: "Woe worth the sleep that stole our sense With its beguiling influence, That now we look in vain for him Of the broad chest and stalwart limb!†
Book 2
- Here let us all for death prepare, Or on the last great journey fare;(320) Of Ráma our dear lord bereft, What profit in our lives is left?†
Book 2
- I fear, lest borne away By frenzy of success, she slay Kausalyá, through her wicked hate Of me, bereft, disconsolate; Or her who aye for me has striven Sumitrá, to devotion given.†
Book 2
- Rash was my deed, bereft of sense Slave to a woman's influence.†
Book 2
- Bereft of them I have no power To linger on a single hour.†
Book 2
- But once the sacred grass is spread, But once with oil the flame is fed: So Ráma's pride will ne'er receive The royal power which others leave, Like wine when tasteless dregs are left, Or rites of Soma juice bereft.†
Book 2
- Bereft and suffering e'en as I, So shalt thou mourn thy son, and die.†
Book 2
- How can the consorts thou hast left Widowed, of Raghu's son bereft, Live with our foe Kaikeyí near, The wicked queen we hate and fear?†
Book 2
- Burst from his lips again, again, Afflicted for his father's fate By grief's intolerable weight, With every sense amazed and cowed The splendid hero wailed aloud: "Ah me, my royal father's bed Of old a gentle radiance shed, Like the pure sky when clouds are past, And the moon's light is o'er it cast: Ah, of its wisest lord bereft, It shows to-day faint radiance left, As when the moon has left the sky.†
Book 2
- In widowed woe, bereft of thee, The land no more is fair to see: The city, to my aching sight, Is gloomy as a moonless night.†
Book 2
- At such a time bereft, forlorn, Why is not earth in sunder torn, Missing her monarch's firm control, His love of right, his lofty soul?†
Book 2
- Of him, the best of kings bereft What guardian has Ayodhyá left?†
Book 2
- Of all defence and guard bereft, With sundered bows and harness cleft.†
Book 3
- Fierce as their lord, thy dames shall know, Bereft of joys, the taste of woe.†
Book 3
- He sought the wood with fair pretence Of truthful life and innocence, But his false hand my sister left Mangled, of nose and ears bereft.†
Book 3
- By Queen Kaikeyí's art bereft The kingdom and our home we left, And bound by stern religious vows We sought this shade of forest boughs.†
Book 3
- Of all my friends am I bereft, Nor is my faithful consort left.†
Book 3
- Ah, if the springtide's languor came With soft enchantment o'er my dame, My darling of the lotus eye, My gently speaking love, would die; For well my spirit knows that she Can never live bereft of me With love that never wavered yet My Sítá's heart, on me is set, Who, with a soul that ne'er can stray, With equal love her love repay.†
Book 4
- Why hast thou fled away and left Thy Tárá of all hope bereft?†
Book 4
- Forth on the toilsome search you sped, By me—for so he willed it—led, To us, of every hope bereft, Death is the only refuge left.†
Book 4
- Thou in the lonely cavern left Of followers and friends bereft, Wilt be in all thy woe, alas, Weak as a blade of trembling grass: And Lakshma?'†
Book 4
- rue his theft, And fall, of realm and life bereft.†
Book 5
- Thou art not injured or bereft.†
Book 6
- Ah, whither hast thou fled, and left Thy mother, Lanká, me bereft; Left pride and state and wives behind, And lordship over all thy kind?†
Book 6