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| 2851. | The Sphynx by Ralph Waldo Emerson | | The Sphynx is drowsy,
Her wings are furled,
Her ear is heavy,
She broods on the world.?
"Who'll tell me my secret
The ages have kept?
? I awaite... |
| 2852. | Merops by Ralph Waldo Emerson | | What care I, so they stand the same,—
Things of the heavenly mind,—
How long the power to give them fame
Tarries yet behind?
Thus far to-day... |
| 2853. | Ballad of the Old Cypress by Tu Fu | | In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches
are like green bronze; its roots like rocks; around its great girth of f... |
| 2854. | Dreaming of Li Po by Tu Fu | | After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but
the separation of the living is an endless, unappeasable anxiety. From... |
| 2855. | Gazing at the Sacred Peak by Tu Fu | | For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills
There, yin and yang... |
| 2856. | On a Prospect of T'ai-shan by Tu Fu | | How is one to describe this king of mountains? Throught the whole of Ch'i and
Lu one never loses sight of its greenness. In it the Creator has concen... |
| 2857. | Spring Night in the Imperial Chancellery by Tu Fu | | Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds
flying past on their way to roost. The stars quiver as they look down on t... |
| 2858. | Thoughts of Li Po from the World's End by Tu Fu | | Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages
have you for me, my master? When will the poor wandering goose arrive? Th... |
| 2859. | To the Recluse, Wei Pa by Tu Fu | | Often in this life of ours we resemble, in our failure to meet, the Shen and
Shang constellations, one of which rises as the other one sets. What luc... |
| 2860. | Inspiration by Robert William Service | | How often have I started out
With no thought in my noodle,
And wandered here and there about,
Where fancy bade me toddle;
Till feeling faunlike in... |
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