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Against Frivolous Pursuits
Like splendid robes appear the wings Of the ephemeral fly; And such the pomp of those great men, Which soon in death shall lie!
A Woman Scorning Her Lover
O dear! that artful boy Refuses me a word! But, Sir, I shall enjoy
The moon comes forth, bright in the sky; A lovelier sight to draw my eye Is she, that lady fair.
A Wife Mourns For Her Husband
The dolichos grows and covers the thorn, O'er the waste is the dragon-plant creeping. The man of my heart is away and I mourn-- What home have I,
A Wife's Grief Because Of Her Husband's ...
The falcon swiftly seeks the north, And forest gloom that sent it forth. Since I no more my husband see,
A Man's Praise Of His Wife
My path forth from the east gate lay, Where cloud-like moved the girls at play. Numerous are they, as clouds so bright,
He lodged us in a spacious house, And plenteous was our fare. But now at every frugal meal There's not a scrap to spare.
A Young Soldier On Service
To the top of that tree-clad hill I go, And towards my father I gaze, Till with my mind's eye his form I espy, And my mind's ear hears how he says ...
A Lady Mourns The Absence Of Her Student...
You student, with the collar blue, Long pines my heart with anxious pain. Although I do not go to you,
A Festal Ode
With sounds of happiness the deer Browse on the celery of the meads. A nobler feast is furnished here, With guests renowned for noble deeds.
A Wife Consoled By Her Husband's Arrival
Cold is the wind, fast falls the rain, The cock aye shrilly crows. But I have seen my lord again;--
A Wife Deplores The Absence Of Her Husba...
Away the startled pheasant flies, With lazy movement of his wings. Borne was my heart's lord from my eyes;-- What pain the separation brings!
Along the great highway, I hold you by the cuff. O spurn me not, I pray, Nor break old friendship off.
An Ode Appropriate To A Festivity
The dew lies heavy all around, Nor, till the sun shines, leaves the ground. Far into night we feasting sit;
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''Learning without thought is labor lost.''Confucius (551-479 B.C.), Chinese philosopher.
''Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.''Confucius (551-479 B.C.), Chinese philosopher.
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Against Frivolous Pursuits
Like splendid robes appear the wings
Of the ephemeral fly;
And such the pomp of those great men,
Which soon in death shall lie!
I grieve! Would they but come to me!
To teach them I should try.
The wings of the ephemeral fly
Are robes of colors gay;
And such the glory of those men,
Soon crumbling to decay!
I grieve! Would they but rest with me,
They'd learn a better way!
The ephemeral fly bursts from its hole,
With gauzy wings like snow;
So quick the rise, so quick the fall,
Of those great men we know!
I grieve! Would they but lodge with ...