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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THE BOOK OF POETEY. [PAET I. 2 With figure large I in the court-yard dance, And the duke smiles, when he beholds me prance. A tiger's strength I have; the steeds swift bound; The reins as ribbons in my hands are found. 3 See how I hold the flute in my left hand; In right the pheasant's plume, waved like a wand; With visage red, where rouge you think to trace, While the duke pleased, sends down the cup of grace ! 4 Hazels on hills; the ling in meadow damp;— Each has its place, while I'm a slighted scamp. My thoughts go back to th' early days of Chow, And muse upon its chiefs, not equalled now. 0 noble chiefs, who then the west adorned, Would ye have thus neglected me and scorned ? XIV. The Ts'euen sJtmi y; allusive and narrative. A DAUGHTER OF THE HOUSE OF WEI, MARRIED IN ANOTHER STATE, EXPRESSES HER LONGING TO REVISIT WEI. It is not said who this princess was ; but her parents must have been dead. It would have been allowable for her to visit them at stated times if they were still alive. 1 As the streamlet from its spring- Flows into the river K/e, So my daily thoughts on wing Fly, my native Wei, to thee ; For I long with cousins there Counsel sweet and love to share. 2 For a night, at Tse I stayed ; Drank the cup to Ne when come; Parents, brothers, farewell bade :— Such the fate on leaving home. Parents are not now alive; Aunts and sister still survive. 3 Lo ! I hasten home again. Let the rushing chariot-wheel Pause at Kan, and part at Yen, Pebbles flashing to its steel. ft BK III. XVI.] THE BOOK OF POETRY. 8(J Does my heart go far astray, Panting for its native Wei ? 4 By the Fei-tsfeuen's winding stream Daily sighing thought will stray. Seu and Ts'aou in'memory gleam, Broken glints of childhood's day. Spring, my horses ! Speed, my wheels ! Gone the grief my bosom feels ! XV. The Pih iimn ; metaphorical and narrative. AN OFFICER OF WEI SETS FORTH, BATHER JESTINGLY, HIS HARD LOT, AND HIS SILENCE UNDER IT IN SUBMISSION TO HEAVEN. 1 My way leads forth by the gate on the north; My heart is full of woe. I haven't a cent, begged, stolen, or lent, And friends forget me so. So let it be! 'tis Heaven's decree. What can I say,—a poor fellow like me ? 2 The king has his throne, sans sorrow or moau; On me fall all his cares, And when I come home, resolved not to roam, Each one indignant stares. So let it be ! 'tis Heaven's decree, What can I say,—a poor fellow like me ? 3 Each thing of the king, and the fate of the State, . On me come more and more. And when, sad and worn, I come back forlorn, They thrust me from the door. So let it be! 'tis Heaven's decree. What can I say,—a poor fellow like me ? XVI. The Pih fling; metaphorical-narrative. SOME ONE OF WEI PRESSES HIS FRIENDS TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY WITH HIM AT ONCE, IN CONSEQUENCE OP THE PREVAILING OPPRESSION AND MISERY. 1 As when the north winds keenly blow, And all around fast falls the snow,

90 THE B.OOK OP POETET. [PAET I. The source of pain and suffering great, So now it is in Wei's poor State. Let us join hands and haste away, My friends and lovers all. 'Tis not a time will brook delay; Things for prompt action call. 2 As when the north winds whistle shrill, And drifting snows each hollow fill, The source of pain and suffering great. So now it is in Wei's poor State. Let us join hands, and leave for aye, My friends and lovers all, 'Tis not a time will brook delay; Things for prompt action call. 3 We look for red, and foxes meet; For black, and crows our vision greet. The creatures, both of omen bad, Well suit the state of Wei so sad. Let us join hands and mount our cars, My friends and lovers all. No time remains for wordy jars ; Things for prompt action call. XVII. The Tslng neu; narrative. A GENTLEMAN DEPLORES HIS DISAP POINTMENT IN NOT BEING MET BY A LADY ACCORDING TO ENGAGEMENT, AND CELEBRATES HER GIFTS AND BEAUTY. 1 0 sweet maiden, so fair and retiring, At the corner I'm waiting for you; And I'm scratching my head, and inquiring What on earth it were best I should do. 2 Oh! the maiden, so handsome and coy, For a pledge gave a slim rosy reed. Than the reed is she brighter, my joy; On her loveliness how my thoughts feed ! 3 In the pastures a t'e blade she sought, And she gave it, so elegant, rare. BE: III. XIX.] THE BOOK OP POETRY. Oh ! the grass does not dwell in my thought, But the donor, more elegant, fair. XVIII. The Sin t'ae; allusive-narrative. SATIRIZING THE MARRIAGE OF DUKE SEUEN AND SEUEN KEANG. In the introductory note to Ode IX., it has been stated how duke Seuen took to himself the lady who had been contracted to marry his eon Keih-tsze. It is only necessary to add here, that to accomplish his purpose, he caused a towpr to be built near the Ho, where he received the lady on her way from Ts'e, and detained her. We are not to suppose that the duke was hump-backed or otherwise mis-shaped ;—the poet so describes Mm, to express how he loathed his character. 1 The New tower, fresh and bright, they show, Wliere its vast volume rolls the Ho;— For bride a palace rare. To Wei she came, a mate to find; She sought a husband young and kind, But found this mis-shaped bear. 2 There stands the New tower grand and high, Where with still stream the Ho flows by ;— For bride a palace rare. To Wei she came, a mate to find; She sought a husband young and kind, But found this mis-shaped bear. 3 As when the net for fish they set, And lo ! a goose ensnared they get, They stamp with sudden ire; So might she stamp who came to wed The genial son, and in his stead Got but the hump-backed sire. XIX. The Urli-tsze ; narrative. SURMISES AS TO THE DEATH or TWO SONS or DUKE SEUEN. It has been stated, on Ode IX., how Seuen Keang and Sob had plotted to clear the way for Soli's succession to the State by getting rid of Keih- tsze, the proper heir. At last the duke was prevailed on to send him on a mission to Ts'e, haviug arranged that he should be waylaid by ruffians, 91

90 <strong>THE</strong> B.OOK OP POETET. [PAET I.<br />

The source of pain and suffering great,<br />

So now it is in Wei's poor State.<br />

Let us join hands and haste away,<br />

My friends and lovers all.<br />

'Tis not a time will brook delay;<br />

Things for prompt action call.<br />

2 As when the north winds whistle shrill,<br />

And drifting snows each hollow fill,<br />

The source of pain and suffering great.<br />

So now it is in Wei's poor State.<br />

Let us join hands, and leave for aye,<br />

My friends and lovers all,<br />

'Tis not a time will brook delay;<br />

Things for prompt action call.<br />

3 We look for red, and foxes meet;<br />

For black, and crows our vision greet.<br />

The creatures, both of omen bad,<br />

Well suit the state of Wei so sad.<br />

Let us join hands and mount our cars,<br />

My friends and lovers all.<br />

No time remains for wordy jars ;<br />

Things for prompt action call.<br />

XVII.<br />

The Tslng neu; narrative. A GENTLEMAN DEPL<strong>OR</strong>ES HIS DISAP<br />

POINTMENT IN NOT BEING MET BY A LADY ACC<strong>OR</strong>DING TO ENGAGEMENT,<br />

AND CELEBRATES HER GIFTS AND BEAUTY.<br />

1 0 sweet maiden, so fair and retiring,<br />

At the corner I'm waiting for you;<br />

And I'm scratching my head, and inquiring<br />

What on earth it were best I should do.<br />

2 Oh! the maiden, so handsome and coy,<br />

For a pledge gave a slim rosy reed.<br />

Than the reed is she brighter, my joy;<br />

On her loveliness how my thoughts feed !<br />

3 In the pastures a t'e blade she sought,<br />

And she gave it, so elegant, rare.<br />

BE: III. XIX.] <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BOOK</strong> OP <strong>POETRY</strong>.<br />

Oh ! the grass does not dwell in my thought,<br />

But the donor, more elegant, fair.<br />

XVIII.<br />

The Sin t'ae; allusive-narrative. SATIRIZING <strong>THE</strong> MARRIAGE <strong>OF</strong><br />

DUKE SEUEN AND SEUEN KEANG.<br />

In the introductory note to Ode IX., it has been stated how duke<br />

Seuen took to himself the lady who had been contracted to marry his<br />

eon Keih-tsze. It is only necessary to add here, that to accomplish his<br />

purpose, he caused a towpr to be built near the Ho, where he received the<br />

lady on her way from Ts'e, and detained her. We are not to suppose<br />

that the duke was hump-backed or otherwise mis-shaped ;—the poet so<br />

describes Mm, to express how he loathed his character.<br />

1 The New tower, fresh and bright, they show,<br />

Wliere its vast volume rolls the Ho;—<br />

For bride a palace rare.<br />

To Wei she came, a mate to find;<br />

She sought a husband young and kind,<br />

But found this mis-shaped bear.<br />

2 There stands the New tower grand and high,<br />

Where with still stream the Ho flows by ;—<br />

For bride a palace rare.<br />

To Wei she came, a mate to find;<br />

She sought a husband young and kind,<br />

But found this mis-shaped bear.<br />

3 As when the net for fish they set,<br />

And lo ! a goose ensnared they get,<br />

They stamp with sudden ire;<br />

So might she stamp who came to wed<br />

The genial son, and in his stead<br />

Got but the hump-backed sire.<br />

XIX.<br />

The Urli-tsze ; narrative. SURMISES AS TO <strong>THE</strong> DEATH or TWO<br />

SONS or DUKE SEUEN.<br />

It has been stated, on Ode IX., how Seuen Keang and Sob had plotted<br />

to clear the way for Soli's succession to the State by getting rid of Keih-<br />

tsze, the proper heir. At last the duke was prevailed on to send him on<br />

a mission to Ts'e, haviug arranged that he should be waylaid by ruffians,<br />

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