#sir edwin arnold

[thebeautifulbook]

JAPONICA by Sir Edwin Arnold (New York: Scribners, 1891). Illustrated by Robert Frederick Blum.

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[themarshmallownerd]

Onward to Eternal Day

Summary: Several months after their rescue from the Wilderness, Natalie still struggles with feeling human again. In an effort to reconnect with someone who understands, she goes looking for her fellow surviving Yellowjackets. In true teen-prophet fashion, Lottie sees her coming.

Relationship(s): Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio; Lottie Matthews & Natalie Scatorccio; minor Lottie Matthews & Laura Lee

Ratings: Teen+

Link: Onward to Eternal Day (AO3)

A/N: Slight story behind this story: this was actually the first piece I wrote for Yellowjackets. Really, just an exercise in trying to find a writing voice for Lottie and Nat. It was originally going to be my induction into the fandom before my Razia's Shadow AU suddenly possessed me. At the time, this was already at a solid 51 pages, so I couldn't just scrap it. LottieNat Week on Tumblr felt like a good time to revisit it, and so here we are!

Preview: "She shifts in her seat, suddenly hyper-aware of how hard and unforgiving the cold metal is. It’s uncomfortable, but grounding in that way. She holds onto that feeling, keeping herself in this moment. Tethering herself to her new purpose, even if it’s something as simple as visiting Lottie.

“How, um…how long have you been here?”

Lottie’s brow furrows again. Her glazed eyes look around them, searching for the clues to her answer along the walls. There’s a certain hesitance to it as she goes to answer, like she isn’t sure if she’s allowed to say. Or even to remember.

“For…a while,” is what she settles on eventually.

“OK,” is Nat’s equally vague response to that.

Now, she’s the one looking around the room. Searching for whatever Lottie is looking for. All she sees, however, are the same frost-white walls. It stirs that earlier sense of unease through her blood again, and she ultimately has to look away from it.

She tethers herself to Lottie again, instead. Lottie, who still sits there quietly, looking just as dazed and lost as the day they were brought home. Lottie, who also hasn’t changed her hair since that day, leaving it long and frizzy where it falls on either side of her chest. Lottie, who still has the pale outline of a little arch-shaped scar in the center of her forehead. Her third eye, as she and Tai would sometimes call it under their breaths in condescension.

Lottie…

Lottie, who has bruises.

She notices the first one when Lottie begins idly rubbing her arm, bringing one hand into view over the surface of the table. A patch of discoloration marks her wrist, peeking out from the long sleeve of her cardigan.

“Lottie?” slips out of Nat in alarm. That previously dormant provider role she’d had in the Wilderness rouses again, straightening her spine to get a better look at the markings on her teammate’s skin. “Did you get hurt in here?”

Lottie follows her gaze down to her wrist. She turns it over once, twice, inspecting it like it’s the first time she’s noticed it. Then she half-heartedly tugs on her sleeve to cover it (not because it bothers her, but because Natalie seems so upset by it; a martyr’s habits die hard apparently). As she does so, Natalie sees the matching one on her opposite wrist.

One abrasion could’ve been accidental. Multiple feels familiar to Natalie in a way that makes her fingers itch for the shotgun on her dad’s side of the closet.

Weren’t places like this supposed to keep the patients safe? Even from themselves? If they couldn’t manage that, then—

“What the hell are they doing to you in here?”

It’s the first question to make Lottie palpably uncomfortable. She looks at the table between them, rubbing her arm some more. She doesn’t notice—or perhaps just doesn’t care—that the friction of her sleeves against each other causes the fabric to writhe up, exposing the ring of bruises again.

“There’s…” she starts to say, sounding confused by her own answer as it rotates in her mind. “It’s just to…until they can fix me.”

“What does that mean?” Natalie demands, untrusting of that particular phrasing.

“I’m not…” Lottie struggles some more, cinching her eyes shut with a minute shake of her head. “I have to…”

She cut herself off with a distressed catch of breath. Her eyes open, and for the briefest of moments, she looks fully human again. Not just present in the moment, but capable of genuine emotion. Granted, it’s a frustrated emotion right now, bordering on tears, but still.

She looks like Lottie again.

It would be a relief if she didn’t look so miserable at the same time.

“I still hear it,” she says at last, quiet and somber. It comes out like a confession of sin, although it’s far from the worst thing either of the girls have seen or heard. “At night. Sometimes, I can still hear…It.”

Round brown eyes bore into Nat, imploring her to understand.

She does. Maybe not in the same way Lottie does, but she definitely feels It lingering in her bones. It’s what brought her out here, after all, searching for camaraderie in warding it off.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, now ducking her own gaze to the surface of the table between them. “I know what you mean.”

“Do you really?”

Natalie winces a little at the hopeful tinge painting Lottie’s question. She was never good at that; handling other people’s hope.

Ironically, that had been more of Lottie’s thing.

Natalie had always envied it, just as much as she’d secretly wished she could receive it. That she could accept it when it was offered.

Now, Lottie fills in the silence where Nat struggles to. “I, um…try not to listen. They say it won’t help. But sometimes I…”

Natalie looks up just as Lottie trails off. Her stomach twists with helplessness as she watches her former teammate’s eyes glaze over again, staring right through her.

“Lottie?” she tries, opting to physically reach out to the other girl. To ground her. However, as she stretches across the surface of the table, she hesitates to actually put a hand on Lottie’s body.

Logically, she knows there’s no reason to be nervous. It’s not like Lottie is made out of glass, or that touching her—potentially pulling her out of her trance—would cause her to shatter. Then again, Lottie did always have a way of defying logic."

[webweabings]

TE AMO MAMÁ

Unknown; // “Amor Eterno”, by Juan Gabriel; // “A mi madre en su cumpleaños”, by Manuel Acuña; // “Letters to Mothers” (1839), by Lydia Huntly Sigourney; // “El brindis del bohemio” by Guillermo Aguirre y Fierro; // Abraham Lincoln; // “Te amo mamá”, by Marco Antonio Solís; // “Mi madre, mi ángel guardián”, by Aracely Abundis; // “Dulzura”, by Gabriela Mistral; // Sir Edwin Arnold; // Unknown; // William Makepeace Thackeray; // Oscar Wilde; // Unknown; // Unknown

[artmialma]

Hamzeh Carr (Australian Illustrator and Writer -no Bio available)

"And some maid told an ancient tale" 1926

Illustration from:

Sir Edwin Arnold The Light of Asia, London: John Lane The Bodley Head Ltd 1926, p. 44

[countess--olenska]

Tama Kurokawa, Lady Arnold c. 1904

Wife Sir Edwin Arnold, poet laureate. At the time of her marriage in 1897 she was said to be the only Japanese woman bearing an English title. She and Sir Edwin lived in London where she wore her kimono in the privacy of her home but western clothes in public.

[mahayanapilgrim]

Global Spread of

Buddhism - 11

& Buddhism in Europe

In the 3rd century BC Alexander the Great conquered North Western India and established Greek colonies, where the inhabitants practised what is known as Greco-Buddhism. Following the 3rd Buddhist council held in India during the 3rd century BC, emporor Ashoka sent Buddhist missionaries to the neighbouring countries and to other countries as far as Egypt, Syria and Greece. In the 19th century some Buddhist texts were translated into European languages and by early 20th century they were available in English, German and French. A few Europeans went to Asia to study Buddhism and became Buddhist monks who on their return to Europe helped to spread Buddha's teaching. Also, Buddhist monks from Asian countries such as Sri Lanka, Thailand and Burma came to Europe to start Buddhist centers and at the same time, the arrival of Buddhist migrants from countries such as Vietnam, Cambodia, Korea and Tibet helped to increase the Buddhist community in Europe. Currently there are many centers of several Buddhist traditions such as Theravada, Zen, Pure Land, Vajrayana and Nichiren with up to 4 million followers in Europe mainly in countries such as Britain, Germany, France and Italy. The European Buddhist Union was formed in 1975 to promote spiritual friendship among the European Buddhists which currently consists of several Buddhist organizations from 16 European countries. More Buddhist texts have now been translated into English and a few other European languages while there is an increasing interest in Buddhist meditation among the European Buddhists as well as non-Buddhists.

In 1879, Sir Edwin Arnold, an English poet, published an epic poem called "The Light of Asia" describing the life and teaching of Gautama Buddha. In 1898, an Englishman called Alan Bennet went to Sri Lanka to be ordained as a Theravada Buddhist monk and returned to UK as the first Buddhist monk of English origin. The Pali Text Society was founded in 1907 which translated Theravada Buddhist texts from the Pali Language into English.

[rhianna]

Indian poetry.

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Cite thisExport citation fileMain AuthorArnold, Edwin, Sir, 1832-1904Related NamesJayadeva, active 12th century. Language(s)English PublishedLondon : Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1891. Edition6th ed. Physical Description270 p. ; 22 cm.

Arnold, E., Jayadeva, a. 12th century. (1891). Indian poetry. 6th ed. London: Paul, Trench, Trübner.

[doqteqs]

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2388/2388-h/2388-h.htm

From the preface of the Bhagavad-Gita, translated by Sir Edwin Arnold.

(it was written anterior to the Christian era, however)

[alredered]

Alredered Remembers, English poet and journalist, Sir Edwin Arnold, known for his epic poem The Light of Asia, on his birthday.

"Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison." - Edwin Arnold

[trixie-and-ames]

Blossom of the almond trees, 

April's gift to April's bees, 

Birthday ornament of spring, 

Flora's fairest daughterling. 

–Sir Edwin Arnold

[theindiareview]

Taj Mahal: an Epitome of True Love and Beauty

“Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor’s love wrought in living stones” – Sir Edwin Arnold India has many incredible landmarks and monuments and paying a visit to them is a fantastic way to get acquainted with the country’s rich history. If there one place or monument which is instantly recognized and synonymous with India’s identity, it is the beautiful Taj Mahal. Located on the banks of river Yamuna in the northern Indian city of Agra, Uttar Pradesh, it is a symbol of beauty, undying immense love and pride. It is undoubtedly a great and most recognized Indian historical monument which attracts many people’s mine from all over the world every year. The phrase ‘Taj Mahal’ is the combination of ‘Taj’ meaning crown and ‘Mahal’ meaning palace (in Persian), literally translating to ‘crown of the palace’. It was commissioned by fifth Mughal emperor Shah Jahan in 1632 during his reign in the Mughal empire in India circa 1628-1658 AD. He wanted to built this exotic and exquisite mausoleum in memory of his beautiful wife Mumtaz Mahal who was very lovable to him and who died in 1631. This mausoleum would house a tomb (a burial place) where she would be laid to rest. The architectural beauty and magnificence of Taj Mahal has registered it amongst one of the seven wonders of the world chosen in 2000 and 2007. The construction Taj Mahal took 20,000 workers (masons, stonecutters, calligraphers and artisans) from all over India and Central Asia over a period of 20 years and a total expense of 32 million Indian rupees (the equivalent of over US $1 billion at the time). Shah Jahan was indeed an artistically inclined man, he rejected around hundreds of designs before approving what we see today. The main designer of Taj Mahal is believed to be Ustad Ahmed Lahori, a Persian architect who is also believed to have designed the famous Red Fort in New Delhi. During that time, the transportation of construction material required up to 1000 elephants. Even in the 17th century the design of this beautiful monument was very robust for its time and it was slightly inclined outward to prevent it from getting destroyed from any natural calamities (storm, earthquake etc.) in the future. The structure of Taj Mahal used ideas and style from difference architectural styles including India, Persian, Islamic and Turkish and its almost called as the “zenith” of Mughal architecture. The main mausoleum is made of White Marble, while the fortifying structure are made of Red Sandstone. Print photographs do not do justice to the magnanimity of Taj Mahal as it stands almost 561 feet tall as a centerpiece to 51 hectares of a beautiful complex. This extravagant complex around the central structure consists of a very decorative gateway, designer garden, a wonderful and efficient water system and a mosque. The main central structure of Taj Mahal which is a dome structure is surrounded by four pillars (or minarets) on four corners and this symmetry in its architecture enhances its beauty. The exterior of the Taj Mahal is inlayed with intricate decoration like precious gemstones including opals, lapis, jade against the white background of the marble. The Taj Mahal reflects the skylight from sun and the moon. At morning during sun rise it appears pinkish, during noon it appears clear white, during sun set in the evening it appears beautiful golden and in moonlight it appears striking silver. Amazing indeed. Since the monument was built for his wife, the changing colors – as the historians’ state – represents mood of his wife (a woman). Unfortunately for Shah Jahan, he had very tragic last 8 years of his life which he had to spend in captivation in Agra Fort (situation around 2.7 km from the Taj Mahal) after he was arrested by his own son, Aurangzeb who was the next Mughal emperor. It is believed that Shah Jahan spent his last years looking at the Taj Mahal from the fort while in captivity, remembering fondly his love for his beloved wife Mumtaz. After his death he was laid besides his wife in the tomb of Taj Mahal. After fall of the Mughal empire and during the British rule in India, the gardens in the Taj Mahal complex were made more manicured English lawns as we see them today. Taj Mahal, a UNESCO Heritage site since 1983 and maintained by Archeological Survey of India, is today extremely popular with tourists from all around the world. It gets a footfall of almost 7 to 8 million visitors annually, with more than 0.8 million from outside India. It is ranked as the fifth most popular in the world and second in Asia by Traveler’s magazine. Since the summer in India is not favorable, the best time to visit Taj Mahal is from October till March. It is closed on Fridays though open in the afternoon for Muslims to offers their prayers. To avoid damage to the structure, white paper shoes are given to tourists who want to stroll in the mausoleum. From all historic evidences, stories and anecdotes, Taj Mahal is known as a true symbol of love and devotion of Shah Jahan to his wife Mumtaz. It is one of the most splendid pieces of architecture and is truly a symbol of a sad, heartbreaking but awe inspiring royal romance. Read the full article

[thefugitivesaint]

Willy Pogány (1882-1955), ‘Tamas’, ''The Song Celestial'', 1934 Source “Action that is undertaken because of delusion, disregarding consequences, without considering loss or injury to others or self, is called Tamasic.” — Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 18, verses 23–25 (Wiki)

[pathofregeneration]

The dew is on the lotus!—Rise, Great Sun! And lift my leaf and mix me with the wave. Om Mani Padme Hum, the sunrise comes! The Dewdrop Slips Into The Shining Sea!

Sir Edwin Arnold, The Light of Asia

[nichse]

Foregoing self, the universe grows I.

— Sir Edwin Arnold

[news99alert]

Buddha: Why do we need a Buddha

Buddha: Why do we need a Buddha

Congress MP Jairam Ramesh, speaking at the Times Litfest, said that Buddha has inspired generations of people beyond science, society and politics as he embodies morality, spirituality, morality, social change, logic and science. Ramesh, whose latest book, ‘The Light of Asia-The Poem that Defined the Buddha’, focuses on the British poet-writer Sir Edwin Arnold’s poem of the same name, said he…

[marysmirages]

Mumtaz Mahal (2018)

The Taj Mahal  is an ivory-white marble mausoleum on the south bank of the Yamuna river in the Indian city of Agra. It was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan, to house the tomb of his favourite wife, Mumtaz Mahal (Arjumand Banu). English poet Sir Edwin Arnold describes it as "Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passion of an emperor's love wrought in living stones." The beauty of the monument is also taken as a representation of Mumtaz Mahal's beauty.