THE SHE KING; OR, THE BOOK OF ANCIENT POETRY

201 THE BOOK OP POETET. [PART II. BE II. VII.] THE BOOK OP POETET. 205
2 In simplest fish-traps that might useless seem,
They take abundant store of tench and bream;—
Such issue from our good rule springs.
And here our host his spirits forth has set,
Abundant, good;—sure proof we now are met,
When ordered rule great riches brings.
3 Into the simplest fish-traps largely go
Mudfish and carp ;—captures that clearly show
How with good rule the land is crowned.
And here our host his spirits forth has set,
Good and most ample ;—proof we here are met,
When ordered rule makes wealth abound.
4 The mats in great abundance viands show;
And these of rarest quality we know.
5 The viands excellent are here revealed;
Both land and sea their contributions yield.
6 Viands in ample store the feast displays ;
And all in season, all beyond our praise.
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The Yew Mug. ALL THINGS PRODUCED ACCORDING TO THEIR NA
TURE.
V.
The Nan yen Ttea yui ; allusive. A FESTAL ODE APPROPRIATE TO
THE ENTERTAINMENT OP WORTHY GUESTS, AND CELEBRATING THE
GENEROUS SYMPATHY OF THE ENTERTAINER.
1 The fishers of the south for barbel make
Sharp search, and many with their baskets take.
The host his noble guests has gathered here;
They drink with him, and joyous share his cheer.
2 The barbel of the south are largely caught
In wicker nets, which then to land are brought.
The host has round him called each noble guest;
They drink with him, delighted with the feast.
3 The southern trees with drooping branches grow,
Round which the sweet gourds clasp and twine below.
His noble guests around the host we see;
They drink with him, and feast in cheerful glee.
4 About the Filial doves incessant fly;
Flock follows flock, in wheeling circles high.
The noble guests long at their cups remain;
They freely drink, and then they drink again.
The Sung Jt'iiw.
HEIGHT AND SIZE.
VI.
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HOW ALL THINGS ATTAINED THEIE GREATEST
VII.
The Nan sliati yen t'ac; allusive. A FESTAL ODE, WHERE THE
RULER, AS THE HOST, CELEBRATES THE VIRTUES OF HIS MINISTERS,
WHO ARE THE GUESTS, AND SUPPLICATES BLESSINGS ON THEM.
1 The southern hills the t'ae plant show,
The northern yield the lae.
Your presence here, my noble guests.
Fills me with rapture high.
'Tis on your strength that all my States depend;
Myriads of years be yours, years without end!
2 On southern hills are mulberry trees,
On northern willows grow.
Your presence here, my noble guests,
Makes my joy overflow.
Your virtue's rays through all my regions shine;
Myriads of years be yours in boundless line !
3 On southern hills the medlars thrive,
And plum-trees in the north.
Your presence here, my noble guests,
The richest joy calls forth.
Parental love ye for my people show,
And may your virtuous fame decay ne'er know !
4 The southern hills the k'aou display, '
The northern have the new.
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