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
264 THE BOOK OF POETET. [PAET II. himself, but drawing the picture of a lady whom he would rejoice to see as the bride of king Yew instead of the odious Paou Sze! With reason does Chow discard the authority of the Preface. The piece is a love eong, somewhat stately, but admirable in its way. 1 With axle creaking, all on fire I went, To fetch my young and lovely bride. No thirst or hunger pangs my bosom rent,— I only longed to have her by my side. I feast with her, whose virtue fame had told, Nor need we friends our rapture to behold. 2 The long-tailed pheasants surest covert find, Amid the forest on the plain. Here from my virtuous bride, of noble mind, And person tall, I wisdom gain. 1 praise her while we feast, and to her say, " The love I bear you ne'er will know decay. 3 " Poor we may be ; spirits and viands fine My humble means will not afford. But what we have, we'll taste and not repine; From us will come no grumbling word. And though to you no virtue I can add, Yet we will sing and dance, in spirit glad. 4 " I oft ascend that lofty ridge with toil, And hew large branches from the oaks; Then of their leafy glory them I spoil, And faggots form with vigorous strokes. Returning tired, your matchless grace I see, And my whole soul dissolves in ecstasy. 5 " To the high hills I looked, and urged each steed ; The great road next was smooth and plain. Up hill, o'er dale, I never slackened speed ; Like lute-string sounded every rein. I knew, my journey ended, I should come To you, sweet bride, the comfort of my home." The Ts'ing ying ; metaphorical and allusive. TO SLANDEHEKS.' V. AGAINST LISTENING THE BOOK OP POETET. 265 Like the blue flies buzzing round, And on the fences lighting, Are the sons of slander found, Who never cease their biting. 0 thou happy, courteous king, To the winds their slanders fling. 2 Buzzing round the blue flies hear, About the jujubes flocking ! So the slanderers appear, Whose calumnies are shocking. By no law or order bound, All the kingdom they confound. 3 How they buzz, those odious flies, Upon the hazels clust'ring ! And as odious are the lies Of those slanderers blast ring. Hatred stirred between us two Shows the evil they can do. VI. The Pin che tsoo yen ; narrative. AGAINST DRUNKENNESS. DRINK ING ACCORDING TO RULE, AND DRINKING TO EXCESS. A LIVELY PICTURE OF THE LICENSE OF THE TIMES. All the critics agree in thinking that the writer of the piece was duke Woo of Wei;—whose praises are sung in I. v. I. Han Ying adds that Woo made it, when repenting that he himself had fallen into the vice which he so graphically describes and strongly condemns. The general plan of the piece is plain enough. In stanzas 1 and 2 we have two instances of the temperate use of spirits, and in 3—5 we have the abuse of them on festive occasions. St. 1 is occupied with the moderate use of them at trials of archery before the king, when no li cense was indulged in ; st. 2 shows the same thing on occasions of sacri fice. The riotous feast in st. 3—5 was, probably, the entertainment given by the king to the princes of the same surname with himself at the con clusion of the seasonal sacrifices. We can conceive of such a scene taking place in the time of king Yew. There were various trials of skill in archery, of which the principal was that here referred to, before the king, and called "the great archer}'." It was preceded not by a heavy feast, but by a slight enter tainment. The shooting took place in the open court, beneath the hall where the entertainment took place. Three pairs were selected by the officers who had the direction of the trial. The others matched them-
2G6 THE BOOK OF POETET. [PAET II. selves. The defeated competitors had to drink a cup of spirits as a penalty. In st. 2, the writer evidently had in view the seasonal sacrifices to an cestors. What he describes took place, I suppose, as the proper business of the sacrifice was being completed. 1 When to the mats the guests draw near, Good order they observe. Some moving to the left appear, While to the right some swerve. In rows the dishes stand arrayed;— Of wood and bamboo featly made. Sauces and kernels in them shine; And tempered well the spirits fine :— The guests with reverence taste. Now are the drums and bells set up ; And round the circle goes the cup, Without unseemly jest. The royal target then they rear, And bows and arrows soon appear, Made ready for the game. On different sides the archers stand; And one, his weapons in his hand, Calls out another's name. " Now shoot," he says, " and show your skill." The other answers, " Shoot I will, And hit the mark;—and when you miss, Give you the penal cup to kiss." 2 The drums loud sound, the organ swells; Their flutes the dancers wave. The other instruments and bells ' Join in the concert grave. Thus with our music blends the dance, The solemn service to enhance, Which to our sires is paid. When rites, the greatest and the least, Have been performed to grace the feast, Then to our king 'tis said, " Blessings on you your sires bestow." With joy his sons and grandsons glow; They feel inspired to show their care, And reverently themselves to bear. VII. VI.] THE BOOK OF POETET. The guests then come, in order led -By him. who is their chief and head. With those who represent the dead They drink in reverent style. Attendants wait their cups to fill, But order rules 'midst their good will. Our cups are only drunk to cheer; Our temple services are clear From all excesses vile. 3 When to the mats the guests approach, Mild harmony holds rule. These dare not upon those encroach, And no one plays the fool. So long as in due bounds they keep, Discreetly they behave; But when those bounds they overleap, Then where are they,—so grave ? They leave the mats, and prance about; They caper round and round. Their caution all is put to rout; Their wits fall to the ground. Anon as still more drunk they grow., On rudeness they are set. The cups their reason overthrow, And they themselves forget. 4 Yes, when the guests have drunk too much, They shout aloud and brawl. The dishes get no gentle touch; Disorder fills the hall. They dance about, now fast, now slow, Can hardly keep their feet. What fools they are they do not know; No one resumes his seat. Each cap, awry, will hardly stay Upon the giddy head ; But they keep on in madness' way, And no exposure dread. If, when their wits began to reel, They left the room at once, Both host and guests would happier feel, Nor know the sad mischance. 267
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2G6 <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BOOK</strong> <strong>OF</strong> POETET. [PAET II.<br />
selves. The defeated competitors had to drink a cup of spirits as a<br />
penalty.<br />
In st. 2, the writer evidently had in view the seasonal sacrifices to an<br />
cestors. What he describes took place, I suppose, as the proper business<br />
of the sacrifice was being completed.<br />
1 When to the mats the guests draw near,<br />
Good order they observe.<br />
Some moving to the left appear,<br />
While to the right some swerve.<br />
In rows the dishes stand arrayed;—<br />
Of wood and bamboo featly made.<br />
Sauces and kernels in them shine;<br />
And tempered well the spirits fine :—<br />
The guests with reverence taste.<br />
Now are the drums and bells set up ;<br />
And round the circle goes the cup,<br />
Without unseemly jest.<br />
The royal target then they rear,<br />
And bows and arrows soon appear,<br />
Made ready for the game.<br />
On different sides the archers stand;<br />
And one, his weapons in his hand,<br />
Calls out another's name.<br />
" Now shoot," he says, " and show your skill."<br />
The other answers, " Shoot I will,<br />
And hit the mark;—and when you miss,<br />
Give you the penal cup to kiss."<br />
2 The drums loud sound, the organ swells;<br />
Their flutes the dancers wave.<br />
The other instruments and bells<br />
' Join in the concert grave.<br />
Thus with our music blends the dance,<br />
The solemn service to enhance,<br />
Which to our sires is paid.<br />
When rites, the greatest and the least,<br />
Have been performed to grace the feast,<br />
Then to our king 'tis said,<br />
" Blessings on you your sires bestow."<br />
With joy his sons and grandsons glow;<br />
They feel inspired to show their care,<br />
And reverently themselves to bear.<br />
VII. VI.] <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BOOK</strong> <strong>OF</strong> POETET.<br />
The guests then come, in order led<br />
-By him. who is their chief and head.<br />
With those who represent the dead<br />
They drink in reverent style.<br />
Attendants wait their cups to fill,<br />
But order rules 'midst their good will.<br />
Our cups are only drunk to cheer;<br />
Our temple services are clear<br />
From all excesses vile.<br />
3 When to the mats the guests approach,<br />
Mild harmony holds rule.<br />
These dare not upon those encroach,<br />
And no one plays the fool.<br />
So long as in due bounds they keep,<br />
Discreetly they behave;<br />
But when those bounds they overleap,<br />
Then where are they,—so grave ?<br />
They leave the mats, and prance about;<br />
They caper round and round.<br />
Their caution all is put to rout;<br />
Their wits fall to the ground.<br />
Anon as still more drunk they grow.,<br />
On rudeness they are set.<br />
The cups their reason overthrow,<br />
And they themselves forget.<br />
4 Yes, when the guests have drunk too much,<br />
They shout aloud and brawl.<br />
The dishes get no gentle touch;<br />
Disorder fills the hall.<br />
They dance about, now fast, now slow,<br />
Can hardly keep their feet.<br />
What fools they are they do not know;<br />
No one resumes his seat.<br />
Each cap, awry, will hardly stay<br />
Upon the giddy head ;<br />
But they keep on in madness' way,<br />
And no exposure dread.<br />
If, when their wits began to reel,<br />
They left the room at once,<br />
Both host and guests would happier feel,<br />
Nor know the sad mischance.<br />
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