All 50 Uses of
scorn
in
The Ramayana
- Before the saint Vasish? ha stood All those who wrought with stone and wood, And showed the work which every one In furtherance of the rite had done, Rejoiced their ready zeal to see, Thus to the craftsmen all said he: "I charge ye, masters, see to this, That there be nothing done amiss, And this, I pray, in mind be borne, That not one gift ye give in scorn: Whenever scorn a gift attends Great sin is his who thus offends."†
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- Before the saint Vasish? ha stood All those who wrought with stone and wood, And showed the work which every one In furtherance of the rite had done, Rejoiced their ready zeal to see, Thus to the craftsmen all said he: "I charge ye, masters, see to this, That there be nothing done amiss, And this, I pray, in mind be borne, That not one gift ye give in scorn: Whenever scorn a gift attends Great sin is his who thus offends."†
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- But the proud giant in his scorn Recked not of man of woman born.†
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- A son of Raghu's line should scorn To fail in faith, a man forsworn.†
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- But the God's eye with scornful glare Fell terrible on him.†
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- What wretch has scorned all heavenly laws?†
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- Again the hundred maidens sighed, Touched with their heads his feet, and cried: "The God of Wind, pervading space, Would bring on us a foul disgrace, And choosing folly's evil way From virtue's path in scorn would stray.†
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- But Visvámitra scorned the grace, And bent in shame his angry face.†
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- Thus sire and sons in scorn replied, And as these bitter words they said, Wild fury made their eyeballs red.†
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- Then Madhushyand and all the rest Answered their sire with scorn and jest: "What! aid to others' sons afford, And leave thine own to die, my lord!†
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- It lifts on end each shuddering hair— My charge to scorn! my wrath to dare!†
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- Then God and saint and bard, convened, And Nága lord, and snake, and fiend, Thus to the General Father cried, Distracted, sad, and terrified: "Against the hermit, sore assailed, Lure, scathe, and scorn have naught availed, Proof against rage and treacherous art He keeps his vow with constant heart.†
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- Stung to the heart with scorn and shame, With war and threats they madly came, Besieged my peaceful walls, and long To Míthilá did grievous wrong.†
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- Scorned by thee in thy bliss and pride Kausalyá was of old defied, And will she now forbear to show The vengeful rancour of a foe?†
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- With scent of precious sandal sweet Down to the nails upon thy feet, First of the household thou shalt go And pay with scorn each battled foe.†
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- Thus wilt thou answer, and forsworn Wilt draw on thee the princes' scorn.†
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- Soon every honest tongue will fling Reproach on the dishonest king; The people's scorn in every street The seller of his child will meet, And such dishonour will be mine As whelms a Bráhman drunk with wine.†
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- The scorn of all and deepest shame Will long pursue my hated name, And dire disgrace on me will press, Misled by thee to wickedness.†
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- Dismayed in soul and pale with fear, The monarch, like a trembling steer Between the chariot's wheel and yoke, Again to Queen Kaikeyí spoke, With sad eyes fixt in vacant stare, Gathering courage from despair: "That hand I took, thou sinful dame, With texts, before the sacred flame, Thee and thy son, I scorn and hate, And all at once repudiate.†
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- And he who saw not Ráma nigh, Nor caught a look from Ráma's eye, A mark for scorn and general blame, Reproached himself in bitter shame.†
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- Has scorn of thine or cruel jest To passion stirred his gentle breast?†
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- They scorned me when my son was nigh; When he is banished I must die.†
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- Now comes this endless grief and wrong, So dire I cannot bear it long, Sinking, with age and sorrow worn, Beneath my rivals' taunts and scorn.†
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- My aged father I will kill, The vassal of Kaikeyí's will, Old, yet a child, the woman's thrall, Infirm, and base, the scorn of all."†
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- Dear brother, lay thy scorn aside, And be the right thy joy and pride.†
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- But if thou still wilt shut thine eyes, Nor see the guile herein that lies, My soul is sad, I deeply mourn, And duty seems a thing to scorn.†
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- My power shall turn this Fate aside, That threatens, as, with furious stride, An elephant who scorns to feel, In rage unchecked, the driver's steel.†
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- O best of heroes, I dismiss With bitter scorn a speech like this: Unworthy of a warrior's fame It taints a monarch's son with shame, Ne'er to be heard from those who know The science of the sword and bow.†
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- With scorn, as though its lightning stroke Would blast her body, thus he spoke: "Thou, who, of no dread sin afraid, Hast Dasaratha's self betrayed, Lord of the world, whose might sustains Each thing that moves or fixed remains, What direr crime is left thee now?†
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- No Bráhman, scorning thee, will rest Within the realm thou governest, But all will fly indignant hence: So great thy trespass and offence.†
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- Nay e'en when Bráhmans first have fed, They loathe the meal for others spread, And from the leavings turn with scorn, As bulls avoid a fractured horn.†
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- So Ráma, sovereign lord of men, Will spurn the sullied kingship then: He born the eldest and the best, His younger's leavings will detest, Turning from tasted food away, As tigers scorn another's prey.†
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- Seek the blest home prepared for all The valiant who in battle fall, Who face the foe and scorn to yield, In glory dying on the field.†
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- I sware my father's will to do, And if I now my brother slew What gain in kingship should I find, Despised and scorned by all mankind?†
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- Ah me, that ever I was born To be the people's hate and scorn!"†
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- As from a serpent's deadly tooth, We shrink from him who scorns the truth.†
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- They make our loathing souls endure Insult and scorn and sights impure, And flocking round the altars stay The holy rites we love to pay.†
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- Then as he saw the seasons fly, And knew my marriage-time was nigh, My sire was vexed with care, as sad As one who mourns the wealth he had: "Scorn on the maiden's sire must wait From men of high and low estate: The virgin's father all despise, Though Indra's peer, who rules the skies."†
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- More near he saw, and still more near, The scorn that filled his soul with fear, On trouble's billowy ocean tossed, Like one whose shattered bark is lost.†
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- Thus Lakshma? praised in scornful jest The long-toothed fiend with loathly breast, Who fondly heard his speech, nor knew His mocking words were aught but true.†
Book 3
- Canst thou this wretched creature prize And look on me with scornful eyes?†
Book 3
- Upon each fearful sight that raised The shuddering hair the chieftain gazed, And laughing in his senseless pride Thus to his giant legions cried: "By sense of mightiest strength upborne, These feeble signs I laugh to scorn.†
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- Scorner of others, but enchained By every base desire, By thee each duty is disdained Which time and place require.†
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- By pride of conscious strength beguiled, I scorned him as a feeble child, And rushed with an impetuous bound On Visvámitra's holy ground.†
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- In senseless pride I scorned the might Of that illustrious anchorite, And heedless of a hermit foe, Recalled my earlier overthrow.†
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- I charged him in my rage and scorn To slay him with my pointed horn, In heedless haste, to fury wrought As on my former wounds I thought.†
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- But Ráva? scorned the rede he gave In timely words to warn and save, E'en as the wretch who hates to live Rejects the herb the leeches give.†
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- Now if my power he thus defies, This giant, like Vátápi dies, Daring to scorn a man like me, A self subduing devotee.†
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- Deaf to her prayer, no step he stirred Obedient to his mother's word, Then Janak's child, with ire inflamed, In words of bitter scorn exclaimed exclaimed "Sumitrá's son, a friend in show, Thou art in truth thy brother's foe, Who canst at such any hour deny Thy succour and neglect his cry.†
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- Thus in high scorn the lady flung The biting arrows of her tongue In bitter words that pierced and stung The rover of the night.†
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Definition:
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(scorn) disrespect or reject as not good enough