Confucius Confucius

Confucius Confucius

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The Fruitfulness Of The Locust

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Ye locusts, winged tribes, Gather in concord fine; Well your descendants may In numerous bright hosts shine
Ye locusts, winged tribes, Your wings in flight resound; Well your descendants may In endless lines be found
Ye locusts, winged t...
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Celebrating A Hunting Expedition

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Our chariots were well-built and firm, Well-matched our steeds, and fleet and strong
Four, sleek and large, each chariot drew, And eastward thus we drove along
Our hunting cars were light and good, Each with its team of noble steeds
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A Complaint

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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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Celebrating The Virtue Of King Wans Bride

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Hark
from the islet in the stream the voice Of the fish-hawks that o'er their nests rejoice
From them our thoughts to that young lady go, Modest and virtuous, loth herself to show
Where could be found to share our prince's state, So...
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Praise Of A Rabbit-Catcher

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Careful he sets his rabbit-nets all round;
Chang-chang_ his blows upon the pegs resound
Stalwart the man and bold
his bearing all  Shows he might be his prince's shield and wall
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The Master said

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The Master said, "It is by the Odes that the mind is aroused
"It is by the Rules of Propriety that the character is established
"It is from Music that the finish is received
" The Master said, "The people ma...
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The Virtuous Manners Of The Young Women

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High and compressed, the Southern trees No shelter from the sun afford
The girls free ramble by the Han, But will not hear enticing word
Like the broad Han are they, Through which one cannot dive; And like the Keang's long stream, Wherew...
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The Soldier

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I climbed the barren mountain,
And my gaze swept far and
For the red-lit eaves of my father's home,
And I fancied that he sighed:
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Lament Of A Bereaved Person

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A russet pear-tree rises all alone, But rich the growth of leaves upon it shown
I walk alone, without one brother left, And thus of natural aid am I bereft
Plenty of people there are all around, But none like my own father's sons are fou...
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The Mean Husband

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Thin cloth of dolichos supplies the shoes, In which some have to brave the frost and cold
A bride, when poor, her tender hands must use, Her dress to make, and the sharp needle hold
This man is wealthy, yet he makes his bride Collars and...
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