The jade chaplet in twenty-four beads, a collection of songs, ballads, &c., from the Chinese by G.C. Stent |
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... door . In front of the tablet he piously stept , Poured out a libation - knelt down , groaned and wept- This awkwardish posture for some time he kept , While bumping his head on the floor . The widow ere long her eyes furtively raised ...
... door . In front of the tablet he piously stept , Poured out a libation - knelt down , groaned and wept- This awkwardish posture for some time he kept , While bumping his head on the floor . The widow ere long her eyes furtively raised ...
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... door ? It is the letter - carrier ; he calls out " Madam ! " And I receive in my two hands a welcome letter . I break open the seal and look . In it is written : " Worthy wife , do not be unhappy , take care of your domestic affairs , I ...
... door ? It is the letter - carrier ; he calls out " Madam ! " And I receive in my two hands a welcome letter . I break open the seal and look . In it is written : " Worthy wife , do not be unhappy , take care of your domestic affairs , I ...
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... door of the kiln . Liu - ying - fang enters from kiln . ) [ LIU . My husband has gone to Chang - An ' and has never yet returned . I am Liu - ying - fang , the wife of Hsueh , but he has now been gone eighteen years as a soldier to the ...
... door of the kiln . Liu - ying - fang enters from kiln . ) [ LIU . My husband has gone to Chang - An ' and has never yet returned . I am Liu - ying - fang , the wife of Hsueh , but he has now been gone eighteen years as a soldier to the ...
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... , near this ruined kiln door , And patiently listen to what I now say ; Your father , alas , when we wed was so poor , That we had not wherewith to keep hunger away . So he started one day for the town of Chang 76 The Fade Chaplet .
... , near this ruined kiln door , And patiently listen to what I now say ; Your father , alas , when we wed was so poor , That we had not wherewith to keep hunger away . So he started one day for the town of Chang 76 The Fade Chaplet .
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... way to the west ; My pupil Ting - shan Must pass by anon , So I'll sit me awhile on its margin and rest . ( Retires up R. C. Enter Ting - shan , L. Boy sings . ) I've just left my mother at our old cottage door 80 The Fade Chaplet .
... way to the west ; My pupil Ting - shan Must pass by anon , So I'll sit me awhile on its margin and rest . ( Retires up R. C. Enter Ting - shan , L. Boy sings . ) I've just left my mother at our old cottage door 80 The Fade Chaplet .
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A-tou arrow azalea opens-its petals azalea's petals ballad beautiful bosom breast bright butterflies called chain puzzle Chang-An Chang-fei Chang-pan-po child Chinese Chuang cried dead dear death dream dynasty eighteen Emperor exclaimed eyes face fairy fanning fear Felix Liebrecht Fên flowers foes geese girl gone grave ground hair Han dynasty hand head heart heaven Ho-wan honour horse Hsüeh-lang husband JÊN kiln king of Wu live look Madam Month mother murmur never night o'er palace Prince queen rebel returned river Royal Asiatic Society scene sea Corea sigh Sings soldier song sorrowful sound spear steed stream stringed music sublunary sphere sweet taels Tang-yang Taoist Tatar tears tell third watch thought tiger Ting-shan Tiny Rill to-day tree Tung-cho twas WANG CHAN watch wife wild wild geese woman word Yang-kuei-fei
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Page 109 - Twas night — the tired soldiers were peacefully sleeping, The low hum of voices was hushed in repose ; The sentries, in silence, a strict watch, were keeping 'Gainst surprise or a sudden attack of their foes ; When a low mellow note on the night air came stealing, So soothingly over the senses it fell — So touchingly sweet — so soft and appealing, Like the musical tones of an aerial bell. Now rising, now falling — now fuller and clearer — Now liquidly soft— now a low wailing cry; .Now...
Page 159 - EDKINS.— CHINA'S PLACE IN PHILOLOGY. An attempt to show that the Languages of Europe and Asia have a common origin.
Page 159 - Beal. — A CATENA OF BUDDHIST SCRIPTURES FROM THE CHINESE. By S. BEAL, BA, Trinity College, Cambridge; a Chaplain in Her Majesty's Fleet, etc. 8vo. cloth, pp. xiv. and 436. 1871. 15s. Beal. — THE ROMANTIC LEGEND OF SAKHTA BUDDHA. From the Chinese-Sanscrit by the Rev. SAMUEL BEAL, Author of " Buddhist Pilgrims,
Page 160 - LAU-TSZE. Translated from the Chinese, with an Introduction by John Chalmers, MA Fcap. 8vo, pp. xx. and 62, cloth. 1868. 4s. 6d.
Page 160 - Chalmers. — THE ORIGIN OF THE CHINESE; an Attempt to Trace the connection of the Chinese with Western Nations in their Religion, Superstitions, Arts, Language, and Traditions. By JOHN CHALMERS, AM Foolscap 8vo. cloth, pp. 78.
Page 89 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
Page 43 - tis not often such music is heard, (Will the tree never more its sweet concerts be giving?) Old folks shake their heads, for it has not occurred E'en once — in the life of the oldest now living.1 1 A proof of bad government in the poet's opinion. THE TWELVE MONTHS MANY STORIES.1 First Month. 'Tis the first month of the new year, My husband is going to the wars ; He goes to sweep the frontiers. The illuminations are without amusement to me. I was preparing his bow and arrows, when I suddenly heard...
Page 12 - again repeated he, as he sat bolt upright : " What made you smash my coffin in ? — / see besides you're tight ! You've dressed yourself in red, too ! What means this mummery ? Let me have the full particulars and don't try on flummery." She had all her wits about her, though she quaked a bit with fear. Said she (the artful wretch !) "It seems miraculous, my dear ! Some unseen power impelled me to break the coffin lid, To see if you were still alive — which, of course, you know I...
Page 111 - In melodious sighs — in strains so elysian As to soften the hearts of rude soldiers like these ? Each looked at the other, but no word was spoken, The music insensibly tempting them on : They must return home. Ere the daylight had broken The enemy looked, and behold ! they were gone. . There's a magic in music— a witchery in It, Indescribable either with tongue or with pen ; The flute of Chang Liang, in one little minute, Had stolen the courage of eight thousand men ! ' The following verses were...