Amber : Ambér, capital of Kachwaha Rajputs ruling Rājputāna in 12th cent. The Rāṇā of Amber joined the national army formed by Rāṇā Saṇga (q.v.) along with the royal armies of Mārwād, Gwālior, Ajmer, Chanderi, & Mahmud Lodi Sultan of Delhi, to prevent the barbaric armies of Babur in 1527. As happened in the cases of almost all Hindu kings facing Islamic Jihadis, almost always the nationalist forces followed the rules of warfare laid down by Dharma & so invariably lost. And when Amber [see Jai Singh] was pitched against Aurangzeb, it was Rathores of Mārwād that came to its help. And worse than the Jihadis were the white Octopus that had only one rule – by hook or crook, by the Sword or the Book – to crush the natives without being touched an iota by their infinitely greater culture.
... melopoeia: Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting Page 130 The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake. Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save. This is word-music of the most beautiful order, made not only by the sound-texture within... : the poem is tightly twined in the midst of its multiple liquidity. If we may borrow some suggestions of the poem itself, we may say that the technique has the soft slipping quality of Sabrina's "amber-dropping hair", but still holds together the "loose train" of this loveliness in "twisted braids of Lillies". Of course it is not merely the general or detailed music and the structural artistry... also sounds related to the a of "glassy" and the oo of "cool", so that the sense of connection tends to get cumulative and clinched. This line, no less than the fifth — The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair — is a full pentameter and joins up with the bulk of Milton's poetic creation which is in Paradise Lost and both of them by being somewhat far from their rhyme-partners bear just ...
... e.g., molecule, atom, particle (nucleon), point. (3) I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. 4 3.Sri Aurobindo: Savitri. SABCL... tal or even the subtle physical plane. This New Creation is the creation of the Divine Love - the Mother's Love. Morning Star - Venus, Goddess of Love - embodying New Creation. Amber colour representing a particular plane of consciousness. Yellow+red+a touch of brown - physico-vital or even subtle physical plane - the New Creation come down on that plane. Page 29 ...
... , Vol. 29), Bk, X, C.4, pp. 660-61. Page 46 III .I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life.¹ Notes: The whole thing refers to the... or physico-vital or even the subtle physical plane. This New Creation is the creation of the Divine Love – the Mother's Love. Morning Star – Venus, Goddess of Love – embodying New Creation. Amber colour representing a particular plane of consciousness. Yellow + red + a touch of brown – physico-vital or even subtle physical plane – the New Creation come down on that plane. ¹ Savitri (Cent ...
... rhapsody to the Indian Dawn: First comes Night, and Chaos: and then, out of the black there arises, silently, imperceptibly, irresistibly, the glorious, the blushing, the beautiful, amber-clouded, opal-shredded, amethyst-bedappled Dawn. O Dawn, how I do love thee! How, after a night of blackness and distress, has thy delicious fragrance raised me from the dead, with its... merged as one, gleamed on the sands. 71 The second form Death took was that of Circe who lusted with him and infected his mind, for just as insects slowly sink and drown in amber, so in my turbid mind beasts, trees, and mortals sank. 72 Last came the third form, the most dangerous of all, for now Death masqueraded like the virgin of a noble tribe ...
... flowers, And lead the young day to her arms. And when the gay rover seeks Eve for her lover, And sinks to her balmy repose, I wrap the soft rest by the zephyr-fanned west, In curtains of amber and rose. From my sentinel steep by the night-brooded deep I gaze with unslumbering eye, When the cynosure star of the mariner Is blotted out from the sky: And guided by me through the ...
... Is it for the too patient, sure decay Pale-gilded Autumn, aesthete of the years, A gorgeous death, a fading glory wears That thus along its tufted, downy way Creeps slothfully this ooze of amber tears, And thus with tearful gusts your branches sway Sighing a requiem to your emerald day? ...
... the destruction of empires?... Dig in thy deep dark prison, O miner! and finding be thankful, Far away glitters the gem on the peerless neck of a princess.... Into a granite bason the amber torrent descended. These lines are metrically and rhythmically adequate; the treatment of the metre is unexceptionable: there is a true form, a good basis and beginning of a genuine hexameter ...
... help of Poetic Diction. But it does not necessarily depend on it. Let me give you some lines with a distinct musical effect. Herrick has one on music itself: Melting melodious words to lutes of amber. The musicality of Milton's Page 91 And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay is undeniable. Sri Aurobindo's O my sweet flower, Art thou too whelmed in this fierce wailing flood ...
... Holding their breath under a sullen sweep Of sudden rain, the lakes and meadows lie.... Loud wind and storm have hushed the croak and cry Of frog and cricket. Lightning flashes leap Like amber serpents from the grey-black sleep Of clouds, and earth seems like a blind man's eye! But tranquil dreams the sky behind the storm And the clear stars burn with a fleckless flame ...
... battle-cry was in my ears, Alarm and rumour shook the armoured Night. I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. I saw them cross the twilight of an age, ...
... Marxist sociology. But these are reachings after empirical science, attempts at description of mental happenings or social relationships. They cannot imply any norm, standard or ideal. As a reviewer of Amber Blanco White's Ethics for Unbelievers has aptly reaffirmed, ethics is rooted in "values", not in a charting out of the way things occur. To give a description, Freudian or Marxist, of "what is" can ...
... them conscious beings. We have already quoted Sri Aurobindo’s lines from Savitri : ‘I saw the Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers / Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life / Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth.’ 17 Udar remembers: ‘The Divine Mother said to me that these Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers had started coming down. They are souls that have waited for thousands of years for the ...
... new creation,’ ‘the great dynamic souls,’ ‘the rare souls that are mature.’ 16 I saw the Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude, Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. 17 — Savitri ‘Mature’ is the psychic being that ...
... desirable desires upon the horizon of the improbable — and there begins Tomorrow. I saw the Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude, Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. I saw them cross the twilight of an age, The sun-eyed ...
... experience reminds me of the following verses from Savitri , Book Three, Canto 4: "I saw the Omnipotent flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude, Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life." || 90.28 || According to Sri Aurobindo, the Rainbow ...
... of the "marvellous dawn" mentioned therein. Here is the description: I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. I saw them cross the twilight of an age, ...
... cloud; Old death was no longer a prop for life, Instead life only its perfect sense allowed. Six times did the soundless bell ring And six seasons speeded just in one hour; Amber-hued was the breeze that came Carrying the time-transcendent's power. Spirit found a house to dwell in birth, Not a gloomy rented place, lifeless room, But a bright house for the stars ...
... at it all with her huge, changing eyes, at times a golden hazel, beneath a big bow of ribbons that clasped her already long auburn hair (or was it chestnut brown?), which later turned strangely to amber, and the long bangs on her forehead like Queen Tiy’s headdress—She simply looked out. Mother is someone who always looked a lot. She looked neither to the left nor to the right, nor even within, for ...
... ." And what was the commerce to consist of? Proffering an estimate for each future fleet, the merchants pleaded: "Part of these ships will reach the Coromandel coast to sell there yarn, lead, amber from Dunsvic, polished coral and other goods with great profit, and to trade as well with Pondicherry, Pentopoli and Masulipatnam for diamonds and rubies, the diamond mine being nearby and the ruby ...
... beauty in small room, A vision of desire. A fairy witch by painful charms Had burgeoned this refulgent flower, Embraced by wild and wanton arms In weird and midnight hour. She on the amber milk of bees By magic mother nursed, In laurel-sheltered libraries Cons rudiments accurst, The most familiar things of hell, The mightiest names inherits, And learns what iron syllable ...
... Indian history and yet asserted that the Hindus became an united nation under the pressure of the Mahomedan invasion and that it was impossible to set the Hindu states against each other, Mewar and Amber for instance? Yet this is precisely the blunder Mr. Ghose has committed with respect to Greek history. But he pleads bitterly that his facts are no doubt all wrong, but the conclusions he bases on them ...
... On many an eve at the gloaming hour, I at my cabin window sit; The shore is barren and lonesome am I: My mate is the light-house with beacons lit. Page 167 An amber twilight floods the beach; It dances on the wayward sea, It light? (Lights) the cliff with a purple hue And stops at my cabin to peep at me. The ocean croons a lullaby ...
... Seekers after Knowledge, the Climbers in the quest of Power? 42 I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude, Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. I saw them cross the twilight of an age, ...
... 11 Not that he is a defeatist. How can he be after having seen ... the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth.... The massive barrier-breakers of the world.... The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn.... The architects of immortality...? 12 Therefore even though he ...
... in solemn speeches on ceremonious occasions, but concretely, effectively. I saw the Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude, Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. I saw them cross the twilight of an age, The ...
... Those who doubt or fear can be reassured by Sri Aurobindo’s promise in Savitri : I saw the Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of a divine multitude Out of the paths of the morning star they came Into the little room of mortal life. || 90.28 || I saw them cross the twilight of an age, The ...
... his letters printed in my book, Anami,. he wrote: "Looking at my own letter in your Anami, I cannot help Page 336 resetting that they have been preserved like flies in amber. In so many ways they now seem to me inadequate. Their only merit is that they were sincerely felt, but some points such as the relation of the abstract to the concrete have been bungled badly. This ...
... musical Words — like "Coal-scuttle", according to a Russian, and "dyspepsia", according to myself. In the Sabrina-lyric we have quite a number of such words: the very name "Sabrina", then "translucent", "amber-dropping", "lillies" and "silver". But what the subject of musical words particularly sug-gests to me this morning is a word matching my old choice of "dyspepsia". The new word is "lumbago". You ...
... luminous; by it even the body becomes full of light. A remarkable revelation it indeed is. When in Savitri Sri Aurobindo says that Aswapati saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers crowding the amber stairs of birth (p. 343), certainly he must have seen them with the supramental sight. In it alone is the infallibility of the vision. He saw the sun-eyed children with the eyes brighter than even their ...
... conveniently assailed from the sea. The city's trade grew rapidly. As Will Durant points out: "From the lower Aegean came copper, olive oil, wine, and pottery; from the Danube and Thrace came pottery, amber, horses and swords; from distant China came so great a rarity as jade. In return Troy brought from the interior, and exported, timber, silver, gold, and wild asses. Sealed proudly behind their walls ...
... As if her feet could never tire, A deathless rhythm, a heavenly rhyme, Was her untamable soul of fire. Her laughter like a magic bell Cleaving the nights dark consciousness Echoed in memorys amber shell And in spirals lost its moon-white trace. Whenever her limbs of light would take her Through trodden ways under arches of thought, Even a murmur would awake her To an ancient solitude ...
... everywhere. And in that great state of destruction, Aswapathy said, "I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Forerunners of the Divine multitude "The architects of immortality." Having seen those divine beings come to the fallen human spheres he felt that they were quite ...
... that Sri Aurobindo painted this apocalyptic picture of the future humanity: I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; Page 435 Forerunners of a divine multitude ... The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn, The great creators with wide brows of calm, The massive barrier-breakers ...
... or sky blue perhaps. Strange, ever-changing eyes, beneath a broad band of ribbons that clasped together her already long auburn hair—or was it chestnut brown? —which later turned into spun gold and amber. The low-cut bangs on her forehead were reminiscent of the headdress of Queen Tiy of Egypt. Page 57 Mirra found it so fascinating, so interesting to try and fathom life's mysteries ...
... just passing through. And everyone knew She was just passing through. We can picture her in her long sheath gown, as was the fashion in those days, the bodice tightly fitted like an hourglass, her amber hair swept into a coil, high on top of her head like Shiva's jatta 102 her round cheeks with the slightly golden complexion of the Middle East, that very impassive face which would suddenly open ...
... willed it, as that moment of coincidence among the countless myriads of lines in the universe has decided it for the eternity of time. We have seized a minute of the world and made it into the huge amber light that blinds and suffocates us in the great mental bubble. And there is nothing of the kind – not one single law, not one single illness, not one single medical or scientific dogma, not one ...
... intensity, with force, and almost with hardness, as if I too were caught like those men, in the luminous snare of my own incantation, imprisoned in a sapphire ringed with gold like an insect in an amber bubble. Then I understood, I saw, I touched the secret of the Churches, that boxed illumination, that summit of light in a cage, that salvation in a bubble. And suddenly I let go of everything. I opened ...
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