Search e-Library




Filtered by: Show All

Lethe : the river in Hades that produces forgetfulness. Both the dead, upon arrival there, & the reincarnating souls, going to the world of the living, drank from her.

10 result/s found for Lethe

... lifeless underworld of Hades, lightless graves, fields no sunlight visits, alleys without any glad murmurs, waters with no flowers. Lethe is the river of forgetfulness in Hades from which the shades of the dead have to drink so as to forget their earthly past. Lethe, he says, could [rust] their minds (had its will), but still in the soul ' memories of love survive and cannot be utterly abolished. ...

... there is a river dividing the two, Hell and Purgatory. The river is named "Lethe". It means forgetfulness. You forget what you have suffered and enter into a quieter and clearer region. You cannot say you are happy there, but only more quiet and more calm. The people who come here have washed themselves in the waters of Lethe, they forget everything else, they remember only that they committed a blunder ...

... well Made naked of their sylvan dress The breasts, the limbs I never shall possess, Therefore, O mother Arethuse, farewell. For me no place abides By the green verge of thy beloved tides. To Lethe let my footsteps go And wailing waters in the realms below, Where happier song is none than moaning pain Nor any lovelier Syrinx than the weed. Child of the lisping waters, hush thy strain, O murmuring ...

Sri Aurobindo   >   Books   >   CWSA   >   Collected Poems
[exact]

... could be more fatal, more insidiously destructive to the roots of manhood. It is far better to fall and bleed for ever in a hopeless but unremitting struggle than to drink of that draught of death and lethe. A people true to itself, a race that hopes to live, will not comfort itself and sap its manhood by the opiate of empty formulas and specious falsehoods; it will prefer eternal suffering & disaster ...

Sri Aurobindo   >   Books   >   CWSA   >   Bande Mataram
[exact]

... Plato's mythology. The souls returning to incarnation, having been allotted their lives, for seven days travel across a desert, hot and dry, and at the end of this journey, reach the waters of Lethe (matter) , whose oblivion they drink and immediately 'descend' into generation." 19 The discrepancy, therefore, between the child Lyca of the poem and the nubile and loverlike Lyca of the illustrations ...

Amal Kiran   >   Books   >   Other-Works   >   Blake's Tyger
[exact]

... Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegeton, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these, a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth... 1 A less varied phonetic response to a situation but a more massive rush of accurate sonority gathering strength on strength as it ...

... could not take Poseidon's wrath upon my head! PRAXILLA Forget it As she will too. Her strange imaginations Flutter awhile among her golden curls, But soon wing off with careless flight to Lethe. Medes enters. IOLAUS What is it, Medes? Page 367 MEDES The King, Prince Iolaus, Requires your presence in his audience-chamber. IOLAUS So? Tell me, Medes, is Poseidon's ...

[exact]

... 12.81 where he ends in his typical punning style:   Sorry to have neglected you so long. Or have I forgotten having attended to you some time back? My correspondence at present is in a bit of Lethe-mood. Thanks for the new Kronos and your magisterial preview of my Harappa. I wonder what the reactions of the old guard - Lal et al - will be like. The joke of the season is Sankalia's latest note ...

[exact]

... ideas of transformism were soon forgotten and the biologists of the day almost seemed to throw a blanket of oblivion over them. "It was as if all our university professors had drunk the water of the Lethe and completely forgotten that there had been ever in the recent past a serious discussion about transformism." 6 Swords Are Crossed Exactly fifty years had rolled by since the ...

... what lightless groves must they Or unmurmuring alleys stray? Fields no sunlight visits, streams Where no happy lotus gleams? Yet, where'er their steps below, Memories sweet for comrades go. Lethe's waters had their will, But the soul remembers still. Beauty pays her boon of breath To thy narrow credit, Death, Leaving a brief perfume; we Perish also by the sea. We shall lose, ah me! too ...

Sri Aurobindo   >   Books   >   CWSA   >   Collected Poems