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The moon comes forth, bright in the sky; A lovelier sight to draw my eye Is she, that lady fair.
A Woman Scorning Her Lover
O dear! that artful boy Refuses me a word! But, Sir, I shall enjoy
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 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 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 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 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 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 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.
Along the great highway, I hold you by the cuff. O spurn me not, I pray, Nor break old friendship off.
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!
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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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The moon comes forth, bright in the sky;
A lovelier sight to draw my eye
Is she, that lady fair.
She round my heart has fixed love's chain,
But all my longings are in vain.
'Tis hard the grief to bear.
The moon comes forth, a splendid sight;
More winning far that lady bright,
Object of my desire!
Deep-seated is my anxious grief;
In vain I seek to find relief;
While glows the secret fire.
The rising moon shines mild and fair;
More bright is she, whose beauty rare
My heart with longing fills.
With eager wish I pine in vain;
O for relief ...