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An Ode Of Congratulation

The russet pear-tree stands there all alone;

How bright the growth of fruit upon it shown!

The King's affairs no stinting hands require,

And days prolonged still mock our fond desire.

But time has brought the tenth month of the year;

My woman's heart is torn with wound severe.

Surely my warrior lord might now appear!

The russet pear-tree stands there all alone;

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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.

The lutes are struck; the organ blows,

Till all its tongues in movement heave.

Each basket loaded stands, and shows

The precious gifts the guests receive.

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A Woman Scorning Her Lover

O dear! that artful boy

Refuses me a word!

But, Sir, I shall enjoy

My food, though you're absurd!

O dear! that artful boy

My table will not share!

But, Sir, I shall enjoy

My rest, though you're not there!

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An Entreaty

Along the great highway,

I hold you by the cuff.

O spurn me not, I pray,

Nor break old friendship off.

Along the highway worn,

I hold your hand in mine.

Do not as vile me scorn;

Your love I can't

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An Officer Bewails The Neglect With Which He Is Treated

It floats about, that boat of cypress wood,

Now here, now there, as by the current borne.

Nor rest nor sleep comes in my troubled mood;

I suffer as when painful wound has torn

The shrinking body. Thus I dwell forlorn,

And aimless muse, my thoughts of sorrow full.

I might with wine refresh my spirit worn;

I might go forth, and, sauntering try to cool

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Against Listening To Slanderers

Like the blueflies buzzing round,

And on the fences lighting,

Are the sons of slander found,

Who never cease their biting.

O thou happy, courteous king,

To the winds their slanders fling.

Buzzing round the blueflies hear,

About the jujubes flocking!

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A Wife's Grief Because Of Her Husband's Absence

The falcon swiftly seeks the north,

And forest gloom that sent it forth.

Since I no more my husband see,

My heart from grief is never free.

O how is it, I long to know,

That he, my lord, forgets me so?

Bushy oaks on the mountain grow,

And six elms where the ground is low.

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Celebrating King Wan

The royal Wan now rests on high,

Enshrined in brightness of the sky.

Chow as a state had long been known,

And Heaven's decree at last was shown.

Its lords had borne a glorious name;

God kinged them when the season came.

King Wan ruled well when earth he trod;

Now moves his spirit near to God.

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A Complaint

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.

Alas! alas that this good man

Could not go on as he began!

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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, lonely and weeping?

Covering the jujubes the dolichos grows,

The graves many dragon-plants cover;

But where is the man on whose breast I'd repose?

No home have I, having no lover!

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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,

But not on them my heart's thoughts light.

Dressed in a thin white silk, with coiffure gray

Is she, my wife, my joy in life's low way.

Forth by the covering wall's high tower,

I went, and saw, like rush in flower,

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A Lady Mourns The Absence Of Her Student Lover

You student, with the collar blue,

Long pines my heart with anxious pain.

Although I do not go to you,

Why from all word do you refrain?

O you, with girdle strings of blue,

My thoughts to you forever roam!

Although I do not go to you,

Yet why to me should you not come?

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