 Or carried in the crowd; Some made of unbaked clay, And some burnt hard with fire? With all the lying tales That fill the sacred books, They've vanished from my mind. How many flowers I gave At famous temple-shrines ! How often told my Cede And washed...  The Folk-songs of Southern India - 170 페이지저자: Charles E. Gover - 1871 - 299 페이지전체보기 - 도서 정보
 | George Howells - 1913 - 926 페이지
...regard, and are an effective protest against the gross idolatry into which the people had fallen : When once I knew the Lord, What were to me the host...fill the sacred books, They've vanished from my mind. How many flowers I gave, At famous temple shrines ! How often told my bede, And washed the idol's head... | |
 | William Edward Sladen Holland - 1918 - 280 페이지
...a Shaivite sect, known as Shiva- Vakyar, whose date is generally put about a thousand years ago : " When once I knew the Lord, What were to me the host...fill the sacred books, They've vanished from my mind. How many flowers I gave At famous temple-shrines 1 How often told my bede And washed the idol's head... | |
 | Caroline Miles Hill - 1923 - 888 페이지
...AD When once I knew the Lord, What to me were the host Of pagan deities, Some fixed in temple shrine Or carried in the crowd; Some made of unbaked clay,...fill the sacred books, They've vanished from my mind. How many flowers I gave At famous temple-shrines ! How often told my Cede And washed the idol's head!... | |
 | Lionel David Barnett - 1924 - 136 페이지
...in another an exalted worshipper of One God. As examples of the latter vein we quote a few stanzas : When once I knew the Lord, What were to me the host...made of unbaked clay, And some burnt hard with fire T With all the lying tales That fill the sacred books, They've vanished from my mind. How many flowers... | |
 | Caroline Miles Hill - 1928 - 888 페이지
...AD When once I knew the Lord, What to me were the host Of pagan deities, Some fixed in temple shrine Or carried in the crowd; Some made of unbaked clay,...fill the sacred books, They've vanished from my mind. How many flowers I gave At famous temple-shrines ! How often told my Cede And washed the idol's head!... | |
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