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THE SHE KING; OR, THE BOOK OF ANCIENT POETRY

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274 <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BOOK</strong> <strong>OF</strong> <strong>POETRY</strong>. [PAKT II.<br />

<strong>BOOK</strong> VIIL<br />

<strong>THE</strong> DECADE <strong>OF</strong> TOO JEST SZE.<br />

I.<br />

<strong>THE</strong> Toojinsze; narrative. PKAISE <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> LADIES AND GENTLE<br />

MEN OP A F<strong>OR</strong>MER TIME FOE, <strong>THE</strong> SIMPLICITY <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong>IR DRESS, <strong>THE</strong><br />

COEKECTNESS <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong>IR DEP<strong>OR</strong>TMENT, AND <strong>THE</strong> ELEGANCE <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong>IB<br />

MANNERS.<br />

The Preface does not assign any time for the composition of this piece,<br />

but Choo says it was made ' • after the confusion and dispersion." I think<br />

it should be referred to the period soon after the removal of the capital<br />

to Loh, when things were all in disorder at the new seat of government.<br />

It may lie said that the officers and ladies of Haou, in Yew's reign, did<br />

not deserve to be spoken of as the writer speaks ; but we need not sup<br />

pose that they are before his eye in anything deeper than their outward<br />

seeming. If this be not thought to satisfy the demands of the piece, we<br />

need only assume that the writer goes back to an earlier time than that<br />

of Yew. Yin and Keili were clan names of great families in the royal<br />

domain, the ladies of which would be the leaders of fashion in the capital.<br />

1 In the old capital they stood,<br />

With yellow fox-furs plain,<br />

Their manners all correct and good,<br />

Speech free from vulgar etain.<br />

Could we go back to Chow's old days,<br />

All would look up to them with praise.<br />

2 In the old capital they wore<br />

T'ae hats and black caps small;<br />

And ladies, who famed surnames bore,<br />

Their own thick hair let fall.<br />

Such simple ways are seen no more,<br />

And the changed manners I deplore.<br />

3 Ear-stoppers, made of sezv-stones fine',<br />

In the old days were worn.<br />

Each lady of a noble line<br />

A Yin or Keih seemed born.<br />

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Such officers and ladies now<br />

I see not, and my Borrows grow.<br />

4 With graceful Bweep their girdles fell,<br />

Then in the days of old.<br />

The ladies' side-hair, with a swell,<br />

Like scorpion's tail, rose bold.<br />

Such, if I saw them in these days,<br />

I'd follow with admiring gaze.<br />

5 So hung their girdles, not for show ;—<br />

To their own length 'twas due.<br />

'Twas not by art the hair curled so;—<br />

By nature so it grew.<br />

I seek such manners now in vain,<br />

And pine for them with longing pain.<br />

II.<br />

The Ts'ae luh; narrative. A WIFE TELLS HER S<strong>OR</strong>ROW AND INCA<br />

PABILITY <strong>OF</strong> ATTENDING TO ANYTHING, IN <strong>THE</strong> PROLONGED ABSENCE<br />

<strong>OF</strong> HER HUSBAND, TO WHOM <strong>SHE</strong> WAS FONDLY ATTACHED.<br />

1 So full am I of anxious thought,<br />

Though all the morn king-grass I've sought,<br />

To fill my arms I fail.<br />

Like wisp all-tangled is my hair !<br />

To wash it let me home repair.<br />

My lord soon may I hail!<br />

2 Though 'mong the indigo I've wrought<br />

The morning long, through anxious thought,<br />

My skirt's filled bat in part.<br />

Within five days he was to appear.<br />

The sixth has come, and he's not here.<br />

Ohi how this racks my heart!<br />

3 When here we dwelt in union sweet.<br />

If the hunt called his eager feet,<br />

His bow I cased for him.<br />

Or if to fish he went away,<br />

And would be absent all the day,<br />

His line I put in trim.<br />

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