Sibyl : poem by George Russell (see A.E.).
... Virgil we have the vividest account of what happened to her in her 1 Ibid., p. 16. Page 323 oracular moods. Day Lewis 1 has translated this passage on the Sibyl of Cumae: The Sibyl cried, 'for lo! the god is with me.' And speaking, There by the threshold, her features, her colour were all at once Different, her hair flew wildly about; her breast was heaving ...
... force no man has created and which no man can control. As well ask a man who has become adult to return to the age of childhood as India Page The British Government is like Tarquin with the Sibyl; the terms it has refused will no longer be offered to it. It might have purchased contentment, a new lease of Indian confidence and a long spell of ease at a very small price only three or four years ...
... direct revelation which is characteristic of the Vedas and Upanishads. It has therefore the uttemess of the speech of the spiritual and not the glimmering beauty of mystical experience, it is not the Sibyl who speaks here but the Seer, the Master who has realised knowledge for himself, who enters the dark caves of inconscient being with the light and knowledge of the superconscient realms, the missioned ...
... ‘to create or form a Temple of Truth in which Science as the High Priest shall offer humanity the threefold gifts of Happiness, Holiness and Freedom.’ She had also published a book, Sayings of the Sibyl Alta Una. ‘Shortly after her marriage Una stopped addressing conferences and started appearing with Théon at séances. He, during this period, advertised himself in the occult press as “Eastern psychic ...
... to judge of the poetic side of their respective achievements. The depths of A. E. are greater than those of Yeats, assuredly. His suggestiveness must therefore be profounder. In this poem [ Sibyl ] which you have translated very beautifully, his power of expression, always penetrating, simple and direct, is at its best and his best can be miraculously perfect. A. E. The substance of A ...
... though the enormous rapture rolls away, A silent sweetness trickles in my heart! Even thus the snow is in the sun's hot ray Unsealed or, when the vague breeze blew apart The sibyl's thin leaves, back to the unknown Vanished her secrets of sooth-saying art. O Lustre seated on a reachless throne, Rejoicing solitary and aloft In ethers where no thought has ever ...
... rapture rolls away, A silent sweetness trickles in my heart! Page 193 Even thus the snow is in the sun's hot ray Unsealed or, when the vague breeze blew apart The sibyl's thin leaves, back to the unknown Vanished her secrets of sooth-saying art. O Lustre seated on a reachless throne, Rejoicing solitary and aloft In ethers where no thought has ever flown ...
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