All 50 Uses of
cleave
in
The Ramayana
- He cleft a mighty hill apart, And down to hell he hurled his dart.†
Book 1
- Then Ráma asked the mighty seer: "What is the tumult that I hear Of waters cleft in mid career?"†
Book 1
- The hideous monster's very view Would cleave a timid heart in two.†
Book 1
- Then Sumati, the younger, gave Birth to a gourd,(182) O hero brave, Whose rind, when burst and cleft in two, Gave sixty thousand babes to view.†
Book 1
- The Cleaving Of The Earth.†
Book 1
- Earth, cleft asunder, groaned in pain, As emulous they plied amain Sharp-pointed coulter, pick, and bar, Hard as the bolts of Indra are.†
Book 1
- They dug, in ire that naught could stay, Through sixty thousand leagues their way, Cleaving the earth with matchless strength Till hell itself they reached at length.†
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- This cleaving of the earth his eye Foresaw in ages long gone by: He knew with prescient soul the fate That Sagar's children should await."†
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- When thus the whole broad earth was cleft, And not a spot unsearched was left, Back to their home the princes sped, And thus unto their father said: "We searched the earth from side to side, While countless hosts of creatures died.†
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- Then in the western region they With might unwearied cleft their way.†
Book 1
- When but a blighted bud was left, Which Indra's hand in seven had cleft:(213) "No fault, O Lord of Gods, is thine; The blame herein is only mine.†
Book 1
- The priest advancing slowly through The mighty crowd he cleft in two, Near to the monarch's palace drew.†
Book 2
- As Lakshma? still to Ráma cleaves, He his dear Bharat never leaves.†
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
- Or if she still to Ráma cleave And for the woods the kingdom leave: If naught her loving heart deter, We and this town will follow her.†
Book 2
- Its own sweet light the moon shall leave Ere I to duty cease to cleave.†
Book 2
- Videha's pride, Still like his shadow by his side; Rejoicing in thy duty still As sunlight cleaves to Meru's hill.†
Book 2
- He to the path of duty clings Which lordly fruit hereafter brings— The path to which the righteous cleave— For him, dear Queen, thou shouldst not grieve.†
Book 2
- On to their houses, high and vast, Where stores of precious wealth were massed, The melancholy Bráhmans passed, Their hearts with anguish cleft: Aloof from all, they came not near To stranger or to kinsman dear, Showing in faces blank and drear That not one joy was left.†
Book 2
- Do not, kind lord, thy servant leave, Who to his master's son would cleave, And the same path with him pursue, Devoted, tender, just and true."†
Book 2
- See, near us on the ground are left Dry logs, by labouring woodmen cleft, And the tall trees, that blossom near Saint Bharadvája's home, appear."†
Book 2
- Now here, now there, to right and left, A passage through the ground they cleft, And soon the rushing flood was led Abundant through the new-cut bed, Which by the running stream supplied With ocean's boundless waters vied.†
Book 2
- Look, darling, on this noble hill Which sweet birds with their music fill, Bright with a thousand metal dyes His lofty summits cleave the skies.†
Book 2
- The wandering beasts of prey shall feed On heart-cleft elephant and steed, And drag to mountain caves away The bodies that my arrows slay.†
Book 2
- How blest is Janak's daughter, true To every wifely duty, who Cleaves faithful to her husband's side Whose realm is girt by Ocean's tide!†
Book 2
- Before the shed great heaps were left Of gathered flowers and billets cleft, And on the trees hung grass and bark Ráma and Lakshma?†
Book 2
- Thou wouldst to duty cleave, and gain The meed that follows toil and pain.†
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- Mid all the four, the wise prefer The order of the householder:(383) Canst thou, whose thoughts to duty cleave, The best of all the orders leave?†
Book 2
- Were he the meanest of the base, Unhonoured with a single grace, My husband still I ne'er would leave, But firm through all to him would cleave: Still rather to a lord like mine Whose virtues high-exalted shine, Compassionate, of lofty soul, With every sense in due control, True in his love, of righteous mind, Like a dear sire and mother kind.†
Book 2
- Guiding one morn the plough, his hand Marked out, for rites the sacred land, When, as the ploughshare cleft the earth, Child of the king I leapt to birth.†
Book 2
- Then with an awful crash as loud As thunderbolts that cleave the cloud, The bow beneath the matchless strain Of arms heroic snapped in twain.†
Book 2
- From Ráma's bow two arrows flew And cleft that massive spear in two, Dire as the flaming levin sent From out the cloudy firmament.†
Book 3
- See, here and there around us high Piled up in heaps cleft billets lie, And holy grass is gathered, bright As strips of shining lazulite.†
Book 3
- Yet every joy has he resigned And cleaves to thee with heart and mind.†
Book 3
- He from his spouse grown old and grey, Deformed, untrue, will turn away, Her withered charms will gladly leave, And to his fair young darling cleave.†
Book 3
- 's wrath rose high, And there before his brother's eye, He drew that sword which none could stay, And cleft her nose and ears away.†
Book 3
- Their pennoned bows were cleft, nor mail Nor shield of hide could aught avail.†
Book 3
- Fiends wounded, falling, fallen, slain, All in a moment, spread the plain, And thousands scarce alive were left Mangled, and gashed, and torn, and cleft.†
Book 3
- But Ráma with a trenchant dart Cleft Dúsha?†
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- Hurled from his car, steeds, driver slain, The bow he trusted cleft in twain, He seized his mace, strong, heavy, dread, High as a mountain's towering head.†
Book 3
- Of all defence and guard bereft, With sundered bows and harness cleft.†
Book 3
- His archer skill the fiend displayed, And at the place where Ráma laid His hand, an arrow cleft in two The mighty bow the hero drew.†
Book 3
- With four the dappled steeds he slew; One cleft the chariot yoke in two, One, in the heat of battle sped, Smote from the neck the driver's head.†
Book 3
- The bow he trusted cleft in twain, His driver and his horses slain, Down sprang the giant, mace in hand, On foot against the foe to stand.†
Book 3
- But Ráma, watching as it sped Dire as His noose who rules the dead, Cleft it with arrows as it came On rushing with a hiss and flame.†
Book 3
- When Ráma, pride of Raghu's race, Virtue's dear son, had cleft the mace, Thus with superior smile the best Of chiefs the furious fiend addressed: "Thou, worst of giant blood, at length Hast shown the utmost of thy strength, And forced by greater might to bow, Thy vaunting threats are idle now.†
Book 3
- Thou, rent by shafts, this day shalt die: Low on the ground thy corse shall lie, And bubbles from the cloven neck With froth and blood thy skin shall deck.†
Book 3
- Tall as a hill that cleaves the sky, He raised his mighty arms on high To check the blessed moon, and stay The rising of the Lord of Day.†
Book 3
- Upon the deer his eyes he bent, And like a fiery serpent went The arrow Brahma's self had framed, Alive with sparks that hissed and flamed, Like Indra's flashing levin, true To the false deer the missile flew Cleaving his flesh that wonderous dart Stood quivering in Márícha's heart.†
Book 3
- So by that matchless arrow cleft, The deer's bright form Márícha left, Resumed his giant shape and size And closed in death his languid eyes.†
Book 3