All 50 Uses of
wrath
in
The Ramayana
- Whom, when his warrior wrath is high, Do Gods embattled fear and fly?†
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- The wrath of Raghu's lion son; The gathering of the hosts in one.†
Book 1
- And let not wish or wrath excite Your hearts the meanest guest to slight; But still observe with special grace Those who obtain the foremost place, Whether for happier skill in art Or bearing in the rite their part.†
Book 1
- When that foul shape of evil mien And stature vast as e'er was seen The wrathful son of Raghu eyed, He thus unto his brother cried: "Her dreadful shape, O Lakshma? see, A form to shudder at and flee.†
Book 1
- (186) His kindled wrath will quickly fall On the king's sons and burn them all.†
Book 1
- Himálaya's child, adored of all, The haughty mandate heard, And her proud bosom, at the call, With furious wrath was stirred.†
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- "He calls me," in her wrath she cried, "And all my flood shall sweep And whirl him in its whelming tide To hell's profoundest deep."†
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- Trembling with doubt and wild with dread Lord Indra from the cottage fled; But fleeing in the grove he met The home-returning anchoret, Whose wrath the Gods and fiends would shun, Such power his fervent rites had won.†
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- Then, thus addressed, the saint, well pleased, The fury of his wrath appeased.†
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- Cursed by my wrath for many a day, His wretched life for sin shall pay.†
Book 1
- They heard his speech with ready ear And, every bosom filled with fear Of Visvámitra, wise and great, Spoke each to each in brief debate: "The breast of Kusik's son, we know, With furious wrath is quick to glow.†
Book 1
- It lifts on end each shuddering hair— My charge to scorn! my wrath to dare!†
Book 1
- I doubt not, he so dread and stern On me his scorching wrath will turn.†
Book 1
- But when the saint had cursed her so, His breast was burnt with fires of woe, Grieved that long effort to restrain His mighty wrath was all in vain.†
Book 1
- But when of old his fury raged Seas of their blood his wrath assuaged: So doubtless now he has not planned To slay all warriors in the land.†
Book 1
- As thus the maid in wrath complained, Kaikeyí saw her heart was pained, And answered eager in defence Of Ráma's worth and excellence: "Nay, Ráma, born the monarch's heir, By holy fathers trained with care, Virtuous, grateful, pure, and true, Claims royal sway as rightly due.†
Book 2
- For thy dear sake, O well-loved dame, The mighty king would brave the flame, But ne'er would anger thee, or brook To meet his favourite's wrathful look.†
Book 2
- A scholar wise, a hero bold, Of patient mood, with wrath controlled, How can I bid my Ráma fly, My darling of the lotus eye?†
Book 2
- Thus by the high-souled prince addressed, Of Raghu's sons the chief and best, She cast all ruth and shame aside, And bold with greedy words replied: "Not wrath, O Ráma, stirs the king, Nor misery stabs with sudden sting; One thought that fills his soul has he, But dares not speak for fear of thee.†
Book 2
- His faith the monarch must not break In wrath, or e'en for thy dear sake.†
Book 2
- Cast these unholy thoughts aside Which smack of war and Warriors' pride; To duty's call, not wrath attend, And tread the path which I commend."†
Book 2
- In turns by grief and pride impelled, A middle course of thought he held, Then in a frown of anger, bent His brows that chief most excellent, And like a serpent in his hole, Breathed fierce and fast in wrath of soul.†
Book 2
- Each savage thing the forests breed, That love on human flesh to feed, Shall for my child its rage abate, When thus its wrath I deprecate.†
Book 2
- While wrath from disobedience springs.†
Book 2
- Scarce could the monarch's angry speech The ears of the fair lady reach, When thus, with double wrath inflamed, Kaikeyí to the king exclaimed: "Sagar, from whom thy line is traced, Drove forth his eldest son disgraced, Called Asamanj, whose fate we know: Thus should thy son to exile go."†
Book 2
- On, on; and if his wrath grow hot, Thine answer be, 'I heard thee not.'†
Book 2
- All words of wrath he turned aside, And ne'er, when cursed, in ire replied.†
Book 2
- In righteous wrath my single arm Could, with my bow, protect from harm Ayodhyá's town and all the earth: But what is hero prowess worth?†
Book 2
- The speech when Sítá's wrath was high, Sumantra passed in silence by, That so his pleasant words might cheer With sweet report Kausalyá's ear.†
Book 2
- And spake in wrath his hasty speech: "This is the wretch my sire who slew, And misery on my brothers drew: Let her this day obtain the meed, Vile sinner, of her cruel deed."†
Book 2
- His eyes with burning wrath aglow, Satrughna, shatterer of the foe, Dragged on the ground the hump-back maid Who shrieked aloud and screamed for aid.†
Book 2
- But bold in impudence the bird, With no respect for Ráma's word, Fearless again at Sítá flew: Then Ráma's wrath to fury grew.†
Book 2
- This day my wrath, too long restrained, Shall fall upon the foe, unchained, Mad as the kindled flame that speeds Destroying through the grass and reeds.†
Book 2
- Then Ráma nobly calm allayed The wrath that Lakshma?†
Book 2
- But O my honoured lord, be kind, Dismiss the trespass from thy mind, The sin the king committed, led By haste, his consort's wrath, and dread.†
Book 2
- From the three debts(384) acquittance earn, And with thy wrath the wicked burn, O'er all of us thy rule extend, And cheer with boons each faithful friend.†
Book 2
- Let thy Videhan spouse draw near To her whom all that live revere, Stricken in years, whose loving mind Is slow to wrath and ever kind.†
Book 2
- When thus the angry God replied, No prayers could turn his wrath aside, And thus on me his fury fell For loving Rambhá's(409) charms too well.†
Book 3
- But as the furious fiend drew near, Like Death's dire noose which chills with fear, The mighty chief her purpose stayed, And spoke, his brother to upbraid: "Ne'er should we jest with creatures rude, Of savage race and wrathful mood.†
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
- Low in the dust he saw her lie, And Khara's wrath grew fierce and high.†
Book 3
- Khara's Wrath.†
Book 3
- Roused by the taunting words she spoke, The mighty Khara's wrath awoke, And there, while giants girt him round, In these fierce words an utterance found: "I cannot, peerless one, contain Mine anger at this high disdain, Galling as salt when sprinkled o'er The rawness of a bleeding sore.†
Book 3
- Care on his brow sat chill and black, Yet mad with wrath he turned not back.†
Book 3
- The king of Gods who rules on high, If wild Airávat bore him nigh, Should fall before me bolt in hand: And shall these two my wrath withstand!†
Book 3
- Lord of the arm no toil might tire, He stood majestic in his ire, Matchless in form as Rudra(465) when His wrath is fierce on Gods or men.†
Book 3
- For in the furious wrath that glowed Within his soul the hero showed Like Siva when his angry might Stayed Daksha's sacrificial rite.†
Book 3
- The wrath that o'er his spirit came Clothed him with splendour as of flame, While showers of mortal darts he poured Fierce on the giants and their lord.†
Book 3
- Fight ye with darts of every shape, Nor let him from your wrath escape.†
Book 3
- Thus as he spoke his wrath grew hot, And twice seven deadly shafts he shot, Which, dire as serpent's deadly fang, Straight to the giant's bosom sprang.†
Book 3
Definition:
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(wrath) extreme anger or angry punishment