A History of Chinese LiteratureD. Appleton, 1901 - 448 ˹éÒ |
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˹éÒ 63 - Once upon a time, I, Chuang Tzu, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of following my fancies as a butterfly, and was unconscious of my individuality as a man. Suddenly, I awaked, and there I lay, myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
˹éÒ 146 - The qualities rare in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail : The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be left in its tail.
˹éÒ 153 - Alas ! in the bowers no companion is mine. Then the moon sheds her rays on my goblet and me, And my shadow betrays we're a party of three ! Though the moon cannot swallow her share of the grog, And my shadow must follow wherever I jog, Yet their friendship I'll borrow and gaily carouse, And laugh away sorrow while spring-time allows. See the moon — how she glances response to my song; See my shadow — it dances so lightly along ! While sober I feel, you are both my good friends; When drunken I...
˹éÒ 37 - Water indeed will flow indifferently to the east or west, but will it flow indifferently up or down? The tendency of man's nature to good is like the tendency of water to flow downwards.
˹éÒ 34 - Confucius, in his village, looked simple and sincere, and as if he were not able to speak.
˹éÒ 59 - The valley spirit dies not, aye the same; The female mystery thus do we name. Its gate, from which at first they issued forth, Is called the root from which grew heaven and earth. Long and unbroken does its power remain, Used gently, and without the touch of pain.
˹éÒ 64 - To which the Spirit of the Ocean replied : " You cannot speak of ocean to a well-frog, — the creature of a narrower sphere. You cannot speak of ice to a summer insect, — the creature of a season. You cannot speak of Tao to a pedagogue : his scope is too restricted. But now that you have emerged from your narrow sphere and have seen the great ocean, you know your own insignificance, and I can speak to you of great principles.
˹éÒ 97 - Green grows the grass upon the bank, The willow-shoots are long and lank; A lady in a glistening gown Opens the casement and looks down. The roses on her cheek blush bright Her rounded arm is dazzling white; A singing-girl in early life, And now a careless roue's wife .... Ah, if he does not mind his own, He'll find some day the bird has flown!
˹éÒ 176 - THE CHASTE WIFE'S REPLY Knowing, fair sir, my matrimonial thrall, Two pearls thou sentest me, costly withal. And I, seeing that Love thy heart possessed, I wrapped them coldly in my silken vest. For mine is a household of high degree, My husband captain in the King's army; And one with wit like thine should say, "The troth of wives is for ever and ay.
˹éÒ 166 - ... softly, as the murmur of whispered words ; now loud and soft together, like the patter of pearls and pearlets dropping upon a marble dish. Or liquid, like the warbling of the mango-bird in the bush; trickling, like the streamlet on its downward course. And then like the torrent, stilled by the grip of frost, so for a moment was the music lulled, in a passion too deep for...