My Lady of the Chinese CourtyardFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1914 - 262 หน้า |
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หน้า 233 - I have heard that in Ch'u there is a sacred tortoise which has been dead now some three thousand years. And that the prince keeps this tortoise carefully enclosed in a chest on the altar of his ancestral temple. Now would this tortoise rather be dead and have its remains venerated, or be alive and wagging its tail in the mud?
หน้า 194 - The sound of rustling silk is stilled, With dust the marble courtyard filled; No footfalls echo on the floor, Fallen leaves, in heaps, block up the door: For she my pride, my lovely one is lost; And I am left, in hopeless anguish tossed.
หน้า iii - What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
หน้า 17 - Without any doubt these five maladies infest seven or eight out of every ten women, and it is from these that arises the inferiority of women to men. A woman should cure them by selfinspection and self-reproach. The worst of them all, and the parent of the other four, is silliness.
หน้า 239 - Thus, in this home-worship of the Far East, by love the dead are made divine; and the foreknowledge of this tender apotheosis must temper with consolation the natural melancholy of age. Never in Japan are the dead so quickly forgotten as with us: by simple faith they are deemed still to dwell among their beloved; and their place within the home remains ever holy. And the aged patriarch about to pass away knows that loving lips will nightly murmur to the memory of him before the household shrine;...
หน้า 230 - What manner of man is this ?' 'When I was on a mission to the Ch'u State', replied Confucius, 'I saw a litter of young pigs sucking their dead mother, After a while they looked at her, and then they all left the body and went off.
หน้า 94 - Come unto me, all ye weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
หน้า 242 - The Lady Moon is my lover, My friends are the oceans four, The heavens have roofed me over, And the dawn is my golden door I would liefer follow the condor Or the seagull, soaring from ken, Than bury my godhead yonder In the dust of the whirl of men.
หน้า 239 - ... that gentle hands will place before his ihai pure offerings of fruits and flowers, and dainty repasts of the things which he was wont to like; and will pour out for him, into the little cup of ghosts and gods, the fragrant tea of guests or the amber rice-wine. Strange changes are coming upon the land: old customs are vanishing; old beliefs are weakening; the thoughts of to-day will not be the thoughts of another age — but of all this he knows happily nothing in his own quaint, simple, beautiful...
หน้า 160 - For ten long years I plodded through the vale of lust and strife, Then through my dreams there flashed a ray of the old sweet peaceful life. ... No scarlet-tasselled hat of state can vie with soft repose; Grand mansions do not taste the joys that the poor man's cabin knows. I hate the threatening clash of arms when fierce retainers throng, I loathe the drunkard's revels and the sound of fife and song; But 1 love to seek a quiet nook, and some old volume bring Where I can see the wild flowers bloom...