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The Fruitfulness Of The Locust – Confucius

Ye locusts, winged tribes, Gather in concord fine; Well your descendants may In numerous bright hosts shine! Ye locusts, winged tribes, Your wings in flight resound; Well your descendants may In endless lines be found! Ye locusts, winged tribes, Together … Continue reading

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The Earl of Shaou’s work -Confucius

As the young millet, by the genial rain Enriched, shoots up luxuriant and tall, So, when we southward marched with toil and pain, The Earl of Shaou cheered and inspired us all. We pushed our barrows, and our burdens bore; … Continue reading

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The Drawbacks Of Poverty – Confucius

On the left of the way, a russet pear-tree Stands there all alone–a fit image of me. There is that princely man! O that he would come, And in my poor dwelling with me be at home! In the core … Continue reading

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The Disappointed Lover – Confucius

Where grow the willows near the eastern gate, And ‘neath their leafy shade we could recline, She said at evening she would me await, And brightly now I see the day-star shine! Here where the willows near the eastern gate … Continue reading

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Anxiety Of A Young Lady To Get Married – Confucius

Ripe, the plums fall from the bough;  Only seven-tenths left there now!  Ye whose hearts on me are set,  Now the time is fortunate!  Ripe, the plums fall from the bough;  Only three-tenths left there now!  Ye who wish my … Continue reading

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Hospitality – Confucius

A few gourd leaves that waved about  Cut down and boiled;–the feast how spare!  But the good host his spirits takes,  Pours out a cup, and proves them rare.  A single rabbit on the mat,  Or baked, or roast:–how small … Continue reading

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In Praise Of Some Lady – Confucius

There by his side in chariot rideth she,  As lovely flower of the hibiscus tree,  So fair her face; and when about they wheel,  Her girdle gems of Ken themselves reveal.  For beauty all the House of Keang have fame;  … Continue reading

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