Daily Archives: November 14, 2017

Poem – An Inscription

Go little book, To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl, Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl: And bid him look Into thy pages: it may hap that he May find that golden maidens dance … Continue reading

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Poem – To Milton

MILTON! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs, and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our … Continue reading

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Poem – To Govern

To govern simply by statute and to maintain order by means of penalties is to render the people evasive and devoid of a sense of shame.

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Poem – The Master Said

The Master said, ‘It is by the Odes that the mind is aroused.’ It is by the Rules of Propriety that the character is established. ‘It is from Music that the finish is received.’ The Master said, ‘The people may … Continue reading

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Poem – The King Goes To War

The wild geese fly the bushy oaks around, With clamor loud. Suh-suh their wings resound, As for their feet poor resting-place is found. The King’s affairs admit of no delay. Our millet still unsown, we haste away. No food is … Continue reading

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Poem – Lament For Three Brothers

They flit about, the yellow birds, And rest upon the jujubes find. Who buried were in duke Muh’s grave, Alive to awful death consigned? ‘Mong brothers three, who met that fate, ‘Twas sad the first, Yen-seih to see. He stood … Continue reading

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Poem – The Generous Nephew

I escorted my uncle to Tsin, Till the Wei we crossed on the way. Then I gave as I left For his carriage a gift Four steeds, and each steed was a bay. I escorted my uncle to Tsin, And … Continue reading

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