tailieunhanh - ANCIENT BALLADS AND LEGENDS OF HINDUSTAN

If Toru Dutt were alive, she would still be younger than any recognized European writer, and yet her fame, which is already considerable, has been entirely posthumous. Within the brief space of four years which now divides us from the date of her decease, her genius has been revealed to the world under many phases, and has been recognized throughout France and England. Her name, at least, is no longer unfamiliar in the ear of any well-read man or woman. But at the hour of her death she had published but[viii] one book, and that book had found but. | ANCIENT BALLADS AND LEGENDS OF HINDUSTAN BY TORU DUTT AUTHOR OF A SHEAF GLEANED IN FRENCH FIELDS AND LE JOURNAL DE MADEMOISELLE D ARVERS. WITH AN INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR BY EDMUND GOSSE. LONDON KEGANPAUL TRENCH CO. MDCCCLXXXV I never heard the old song of Percie and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet and yet it is sung but by some blinde crowder with no rougher voice than rude style. Sir Philip Sidney. CONTENTS. Page I. Savitri 1 II. Lakshman 46 III. Jogadhya Uma 54 IV. The Royal Ascetic and the Hind 65 V. Dhruva 71 VI. Buttoo 77 VII. Sindhu 89 VIII. Prehlad 107 IX. Sita 122 miscellaneous poems. Near Hastings 127 France 1870 129 The Tree of Life 131 On the Fly Leaf of Erckmann-Chatrian s novel entitled Madame Thérèse 133 Sonnet Baugmaree 135 Sonnet The Lotus 136 Our Casuarina Tree 137 vii TORU DUTT. INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR. If Toru Dutt were alive she would still be younger than any recognized European writer and yet her fame which is already considerable has been entirely posthumous. Within the brief space of four years which now divides us from the date of her decease her genius has been revealed to the world under many phases and has been recognized throughout France and England. Her name at least is no longer unfamiliar in the ear of any well-read man or woman. But at the hour of her death she had published but viii one book and that book had found but two reviewers in Europe. One of these M. André Theuriet the well-known poet and novelist gave the Sheaf gleaned in French Fields adequate praise in the Revue des Deux Mondes but the other the writer of the present notice has a melancholy satisfaction in having been a little earlier still in sounding the only note of welcome which reached the dying poetess from England. It was while Professor W. Minto was editor of the Examiner that one day in August 1876 in the very heart of the dead season for books I happened to be in the office of that newspaper and was upbraiding the whole body of .