THE SHE KING; OR, THE BOOK OF ANCIENT POETRY
THE SHE KING; OR, THE BOOK OF ANCIENT POETRY
THE SHE KING; OR, THE BOOK OF ANCIENT POETRY
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242 <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BOOK</strong> <strong>OF</strong> POETKY. [PART II.<br />
Grief has robbed my eyes of sight,<br />
Almost plunging me in night.<br />
Others' hands laid in the grave,<br />
Those whose pain my being gave !<br />
2 Long and large the ngo plants grow.<br />
Wei plants surely I should know !<br />
How can I confound them so ?<br />
Grief has robbed my eyes of sight,<br />
Almost plunging me in night.<br />
Others' hands laid in the earth,<br />
Those whose suffering gave me birth.<br />
3 Pitcher should be filled from vase;<br />
Where this fails, 'tis reckoned base.<br />
Than to live as orphan left,<br />
Better be of life bereft!<br />
Father dead, on whom depend ?<br />
Mother dead, where find a friend ?<br />
I, abroad, this sad case know,<br />
And, at home, can nowhere go.<br />
4 Father, from whose loins I sprung,<br />
Mother, on whose breast I hung,<br />
Tender were ye, and ye fed,<br />
Now upheld, now gently led.<br />
Eyes untiring watched my way;<br />
Often in your arms I lay.<br />
How could I repay your love,<br />
Vast as arch of heaven above ?<br />
5 Cold and bleak that southern hill!<br />
Tempests fierce with terror thrill.<br />
All around is dark, but more<br />
Dark the lot which I deplore !<br />
Others all can happy be;—<br />
Why from grief am I not free ?<br />
6 Hill so steep what foot can brave ?<br />
Blustering winds around it rave.<br />
Fierce the winds! As fierce the fate,<br />
Which pursues me desolate !<br />
Happy all save me alone,<br />
Thinking aye of dues undone !<br />
BK V. ix.] <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BOOK</strong> <strong>OF</strong> POETET. . 243<br />
IX.<br />
The Ta tuny; allusive. AN <strong>OF</strong>FICER, OP ONE '<strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> STATES OE<br />
<strong>THE</strong> EAST, DEPLOBES TIIE EXACTIONS MADE EKOM <strong>THE</strong>M BY <strong>THE</strong><br />
GOVERNMENT ; COMPLAINS <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> EAVOUB SHOWN TO <strong>THE</strong> WEST ;<br />
CONTRASTS <strong>THE</strong> MISEKY <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> PRESENT WITH <strong>THE</strong> HAPPINESS <strong>OF</strong><br />
<strong>THE</strong> PAST ; AND APPEALS TO <strong>THE</strong> STARS <strong>OF</strong> HEAVEN IDLY BEHOLDING<br />
<strong>THE</strong>IE CONDITION.<br />
" The Weaving Sisters " are three stars in Lyra, in the form of a tri<br />
angle. The stars seem to go round the circumference Of the heavens in a<br />
day and night. They would accomplish six of those in a whole day, but as<br />
their motion is in advance of that of the sun, they have entered the<br />
seventh space by the time he is up with them again. " The Draught<br />
Oxen " is the name of some stars in the neck of Aquila. The writer<br />
evidently took Lucifer and Hesperus to be two different stars. " The<br />
Rabbit Net " is a name for the Hyades. The " fcjieve " has occurred before<br />
in VI. 2. It is the name of one of the 28 constellations of the Zodiac,—<br />
part of the sign Sagittarius. It consists of four stars, two of which<br />
are called " the Heels," close together, and two more widely apart, called<br />
" the Mouth." " The Ladle " is also in Sagittarius, supposed to resemble<br />
a ladle taking spirits from a jar.<br />
1 With millet filled, the dishes stood displayed;<br />
The spoons lay long and curved, of thornwood made.<br />
Smooth as a whetstone was the road to Chow,<br />
And straight as shaft well fitted for the bow.<br />
This road the common people gladly viewed;<br />
The officers on it their way pursued.<br />
Thus back to former times my thoughts will go,<br />
And down my cheeks the tears in streamlets flow.<br />
Now in the east, in States both large and small,<br />
Shuttles unplied, the looms are empty all.<br />
Thin cloth of dolichos supplies the shoes,<br />
Which shivering travellers on the hoar frost use.<br />
Young nobles, cultured, but too thin and spare,<br />
Hurry along the road, all full of care.<br />
They go, they come; weary they are and worn.<br />
My heart aches for them, and I feel forlorn.<br />
3 This firewood, cut and hewn with earnest toil,<br />
I fear the waters from that spring will spoil.<br />
Fit then as emblems they would be of those<br />
Whose stern exactions grant us no repose.<br />
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