This battle destroyed the monarchy of Bijayanagar, which at that time comprehended almost all the South of India.  But it added little to the territories of the victors; their mutual jealousies prevented each from much extending his frontier; and the country fell into the hands of petty princes, or of those insurgent officers of the old government, since so well known as zemindars or poligars.

The brother of the late raja removed his residence further east, and finally settled at Chandragiri, about seventy miles north-west of Madras, at which last place his descendant first granted a settlement to the English.—­Elphinstone.

  The setting sun sank slowly in the west,
  The village labourer from the threshing-floor
  Hied home full laden with the gathered corn,
  When soon there came, as from a cage just freed,
  Two lovely doves intent to peck the grain
  That scattered lay upon the vacant field. 
  Between these birds, by instinct closely linked,
  Attachment fond had grown.  It seemed, indeed,
  That God for speech denied to them had given
  Sense exquisite to know each other’s ways. 
  Not all the speech of favoured man in truth
  Could meaning make more clear or deeply felt
  Than one soft motion of the slender frame,
  One gentle murmur from the tiny throat. 
  The wife more bold, yet pausing oft to scan
  Her lord, adventurous strayed with timid steps,
  Unconscious all of aught to mar their joys. 
  Just then with steady poise on outstretched wing
  A hungry falcon hovered over her,
  Resolved with one fell swoop to seize his prey,
  His talons bury in her tender flesh,
  Lift her away to some sequestered spot,
  There drink her blood in leisure undisturbed,
  And break her bones and her torn flesh devour. 
    At early morn upon that selfsame day
  A huntsman sallied forth in search of food,
  And, wandering luckless all day long, at last
  Did chance upon this bird.  Behind a bush
  He quickly crept, and straightway strung his bow. 
  A gladsome vision suddenly appeared—­
  He saw his wife and children in their home
  Enjoy the dove’s well spiced and roasted flesh. 
  But lo! a gentle flutter of the leaves
  By eagerness unconscious caused, to her
  Revealed the huntsman take his deadly aim. 
  With head uplifted and with wings outstretched
  She flight essayed, but saw the falcon near. 
  Thus scared and terror-struck she lay resigned
  To fall by deadly arrow pierced, and give
  Her lifeless form to feed the hungry bird. 
  The keen-eyed huntsman saw that lifted head
  And open wings meant flight and sure escape. 
  He therefore quickly aimed his arrow high,
  Which flying pierced the falcon nearing down. 
  That selfsame moment when the arrow flew,
  When all his thoughts were centred on the bird,
  The huntsman pressed his foot upon a snake