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F. W. (Francis William) Bain
Francis William Bain (1863–1940) was a British author and translator known for his imaginative stories inspired by Indian mythology. He initially claimed that his works were translations of ancient Sanskrit manuscripts, though it was later revealed they were his own original creations. Bain's most famous works include "A Digit of the Moon" and "The Descent of the Sun," which are part of a series of fantasy novels set in an exotic, mystical India. His writings were popular during his time, blending romantic, mythological, and fairy-tale elements.
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INTRODUCTION Four things are never far from you, in old Hindoo literature: underfoot, all round you, or away on the horizon, there they always are: the Forest, the Desert, the River, and the Hills. It is never very easy, to understand the Past that really is a past: and the age of Forests, like that of chivalry, is gone. But in the case of ancient India, the chief obstacle to understanding arises from...
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I.May that triumphant Lord protect us, who as he stands in mysterious meditation, bathed in twilight, motionless, and ashy pale, with the crystal moon in his yellow hair, appears to the host of worshippers on his left, a woman, and to those on his right, a man.There lived of old, on the edge of the desert, a rájá of the race of the sun. And like that sun reflected at midday in the glassy depths of...
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INTRODUCTION I could almost persuade myself, that others will like this little fable as much as I do: so curiously simple, and yet so strangely profound is its delicate epitome of the old old story, the course of true love, which never did run smooth. And since so many people have asked me questions as to the origin of these stories, I will say a word on the point here. Where do they come from? I do...
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