Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly, Nearer and dearer to the poet's heart Than the blue ripple belting Salamis, Or long grass waving over Marathon,…
Sir Edwin Arnold was a 19th century English poet, teacher and journalist who spent a great deal of his time on the Indian sub-continent and in the Far East. He developed a deep interest in Eastern religions and his most famous, though controversial, piece of work was The Light of Asia. It was basically about the life and influence of the Buddha and was translated into a number of languages. Oriental scholars, though, suggested that it gave an unbalanced view of the religion and many Christians were offended by it. Arnold tried to redress the balance with Light of the World but only achieved partial success with that. He was born on the 10th June 1832 in the town of Gravesend in Kent, the son of a magistrate. He was sent to the King’s School in Rochester and then went on to King’s College, London and, finally, to University College, Oxford. While at Oxford, at the age of 20, his poetry was recognised with the award of the Newdigate prize. His working life began as a school master in Birmingham but he was soon on his way to India, in 1856. He was appointed as Principal of the Government Sanskrit College at Poona and he remained in this job for seven years. These were turbulent times in India, most notably the Indian mutiny of 1857. Arnold’s services to the British government at this time attracted the public acknowledgement and gratitude of Lord Elphinstone, a member of the Bombay council. Arnold made use of his time in India, gathering inspiration for future literary work, but he was back in London in 1861 and working for the Daily Telegraph newspaper. He carved out a successful career with the paper and, over a period of forty years, rose through the ranks to become editor-in-chief. An interesting interlude of his tenure was his involvement with the famous Stanley expedition to Africa. Arnold was one of the chief organisers of this venture. Alongside his journalistic duties though his primary passion was the interpretation of Eastern philosophies and religions into English verse form and, in 1879, The Light of Asia was published to great acclaim in England and America. This epic poem, covering several books, was a study of the life and teachings of the Buddha. It was said to be full of beautiful poetry and was extremely popular despite not being favoured by many Christians and Oriental scholars. Here are the opening lines of Book One of this poem: Arnold did try to redress the balance somewhat by writing The Light of the World in 1891, with this poem featuring Jesus in a central role but it failed in comparison to his earlier effort. He was responsible for a number of volumes of poetry including Indian Song of Songs, published in 1875, With Sadi in the Garden (1888), and The Japanese Wife (1893). The latter collection was no doubt a tribute to his own (third) wife, a Japanese lady by the name of Tama Kurokawa. Two other collections featured studies of Japanese life: In Seas and Lands (1891) and Japonica (1892). A distinguished life of public service as well as notable literary achievements were recognised with the award of the CSI when Queen Victoria was proclaimed Empress of India in 1877 and he was knighted a year later. The rulers of Japan, Persia, Turkey and Siam also conferred honours upon him at various times. Sir Edwin Arnold died on the 24th March 1904, aged 71.
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He who died at Azan sends This to comfort all his friends: Faithful friends! It lies, I know,…
I do remember well at Kilcrea The castle, and the friary, and bridge; And I remember better how I sat Half a long summer morning, and flung shells…
Blossom of the almond trees, April's gift to April's bees, Birthday ornament of Spring, Flora's fairest daughterling;…
Calepon to mh filhsai Ah! not to love is sad and hard,…
Our name should be a name for hope to utter, A watchword for the chosen of the land; A bloodless nation-flag, beneath whose flutter The earnest soldiers of the earth should stand.…
Once -- and only once -- you gave One rich gift, which Memory Shuts within itself, to save Sweet and fresh, while life may be:…
If sound or strain in any lay of mine Not all unwelcome or unworthy be- If any pleasant measure lead the line, And make faint echo of fair melody;…
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours For one lone soul another lonely soul Each choosing each through all the weary hours And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.…
Alas! alas! and is it sin to love thee as I love, To hold thee in this heart of mine, all other thoughts above? What have I done to see thee stand as thou art standing now, With th…
Ah, Blessed Lord! Oh, High Deliverer! Forgive this feeble script which doth Thee wrong Measuring with little wit Thy lofty Love. Ah, Lover! Brother! Guide! Lamp of the Law!…
A weary waste of blank and barren land, A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand, A golden furnace gleaming overhead, Scorching the blue sky into bloody red;…
Rapt she stood! Beautiful-but so very,-very still, That but for some light quivering of her lip, And the quick tremble of her lifted eye,…
A long blue stain upon a belt of gold, A rim of earth against the sinking sun, A shadow that doth fade, and fade, and fade Somewhere between white water and red sky…
A memory of the past hath wondrous power To gild the present, and to throw a veil Of rare enchantment o'er the spot it haunts, Blinding the rapt soul's vision to all else…
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