Triton : Triton, son of Poseidon, was a sea creature with a body whose upper half was like a human’s & the lower fishlike. Later Greek literature speaks of many Tritons, sometimes blowing trumpets of conch-shells while riding sea-horses.
... of the Italians and Milton's recutting the gems he discovered in the splendour of the Classics. Wordsworth's finely intonated Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn is undoubtedly a reminiscence of Spenser's Triton blowing loud his wreathed home; while Keats's ...Magic casements opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn ...
... not prove, in the world of his values, very laudatory in itself. For when he deems them so insignificant, Sri Aurobindo's greatness could very easily be no more than relative: he might well be a Triton among the minnows. Not that Bose himself does anything less than hold him in high respect. And that really is the head and front of his offence to Mr. Lai. But Mr. Lal is not so brash today ...
... He was the leader of the warriors of Salamis and is already slain by Penthesilea at the opening of Ilion. Amphitrite: one of the Nereids, queen of the sea, wife of Poseidon and mother of Triton. Ananke: personification of compelling Necessity or ultimate Fate to which even Zeus and the gods are subject. Anchises: a member of the younger branch of the Trojan royal house and... struggle between the titans and the gods at the end of which the gods prevailed. The titans, defeated, were bound with chains and cast for eternity into Tartarus, the abysmal depths of the earth. Triton: son of Poseidon. He was a sea creature like a merman, the uper half of his body being human, the lower half fishlike. Troad: A territory in the northwest corner of Asia Minor surrounding ...
... A voice so thrilling never was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides Or, Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. This magic has no parallel, except perhaps in Shakespeare's Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty;... taken her seat there and she goes on writing herself through the hands of the poet. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides, or else, Or hear old Triton blow his wrèathed horn are indeed the highest peaks of English poetry. Sri Aurobindo has said that Vyasa is the most masculine of poets. Echoing his words we may say that Wordsworth ...
... never was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides, or, Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. This magic has no parallel, except perhaps in Shakespeare's Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets... Nature herself has taken her seat there and she goes on writing herself through the hands of the poet. Breaking the silence of the seas Beyond the farthest Hebrides, and Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn, are indeed two of the highest peaks of English poetry. Sri Aurobindo has said that Vyasa is the most masculine of Page 443 writers. Echoing his words ...
... stale: A voice so thrilling never was heard. . . Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides Or, Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea Or hear old Triton blow his wreathéd horn. This magic has no parallel, except perhaps in Shakespeare's Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty;... say, to take the pen out of his hand, and to write for him with her own bare, sheer, penetrating power."-Matthew Arnold, Essays in Criticism. Page 234 or else, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn are indeed the highest peaks of English poetry. Sri Aurobindo has said that Vyasa is the most masculine of poets. Echoing his words we may say that Wordsworth is ...
... would not prove, in the world of his values, very laudatory in itself. For when he deems them so insignificant, Sri Aurobindo's greatness could very easily be no more than relative: he might well be a Triton among the minnows. Page 433 Not that Bose himself does anything less than hold him in high respect. And that really is the head and front of his offence to Mr. Lal. But Mr. Lal is ...
... Nature-worshipper, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. 1 or Wordsworth the Pagan, Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 2 I do not know if this is not mysticism, what else is. Neither is religious poetry true mysticism (or true spirituality). I find more mysticism in Come, let ...
... 97 Tantras12 Tantricdiscipline 71 Tannicexperience 71 Page 105 Tantric Sadhakas 33, 34 Tapas 27, 77 Titans 4 Trinity 13 Triton 14, 17, 103 Turya 14 Tyrrhenian 35 U Uchathya 9 Uma 18 Upanishad 37 Upanishadic Assurance 53 Upanishadic Rishis 8 V Vaishnava Poet 78 ...
... Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Or that wonder-image magically wrought in those famous unforgettable lines: Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. We may turn to an Eastern poet to see how he too has gone the same way although in a different tone and temper. Here is a Kalidasian image: To climb upon ...
... the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.¹ Or that wonder-image magically wrought in those famous unforgettable lines: Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.² We may turn to an Eastern poet to see how he too has gone the same way although in a different tone and temper. Here is a Kalidasian image: To climb upon his Bull ...
... Nature-worshipper, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.¹ or Wordsworth the Pagan, Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 2 I do not know if this is not mysticism, what else is. Neither is religious poetry true mysticism (or true spirituality). I find more mysticism in Come, let us ...
... than stilled into rapture immobile? Earth has beatitudes warmer than heaven's that are bare and undying, Marvels of Time on the crest of the moments to Infinity flying. Earth has her godheads; the Tritons sway on the toss of the billows, Emerald locks of the Nereids stream on their foam-crested pillows, Dryads peer out from the branches, Naiads glance up from the waters; High are her flame-points ...
... delight! All Nature laughs in thy bosom Hiding her children unborn and the food of her love and her laughter. Is He then first? Was there none before Him? shall none come after? We too have gods,—the Tritons rise in the leap of the billows, Emerald locks of the Nereids stream on their foam-crested pillows, Dryads sway out from the branches, Naiads glance up through the waters; Heaven has dances of joy ...
... sapphire stables of Nereus Ever where champ their bits the harnessed steeds of the Ocean Watched by foam-white girls in the caverns of still Amphitrite. There was his chariot yoked by the Tritons, drawn by his coursers Born of the fleeing sea-spray and shod with the north-wind .who journey Black like the front of the storm and clothed with their manes as with thunder. This now ...
... stables of Nereus Page 456 Ever where champ their bits the harnessed steeds of the Ocean Watched by foam-white girls in the caverns of still Amphitrite. There was his chariot yoked by the Tritons, drawn by his coursers Born of the fleeing sea-spray and shod with the northwind who journey Black like the front of the storm and clothed with their manes as with thunder. This now rose from its ...
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