Confucius Poems

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,
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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.
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A few fine lines, at random drawn,
Like the shell-pattern wrought in lawn
To hasty glance will seem.
My trivial faults base slander's slime
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So full am I of anxious thought,
Though all the morn king-grass I've sought,
To fill my arms I fail.
Like wisp all-tangled is my hair!
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The russet pear-tree stands there all alone;
How bright the growth of fruit upon it shown!
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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, ...
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His lady to the marquis says,
'The cock has crowed; 'tis late.
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Like the blueflies buzzing round,
And on the fences lighting,
Are the sons of slander found,
Who never cease their biting.
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On dashed my four steeds, without halt, without stay,
Though toilsome and winding from Chow was the way.
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The falcon swiftly seeks the north,
And forest gloom that sent it forth.
Since I no more my husband see,
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