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Yuan Mei: eighteenth century Chinese poet

 By Arthur Waley

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Limited preview - 1956 - Biography & Autobiography


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Parents, however much they love a child, Have not the power to place him among the chosen few. Only the examiner can bring the young to notice, And out of darkness carry them up to Heaven!Page 24
He had to write an essay on the text 'scrupulous in his own conduct and lenient only in his dealings with the people', from the sixth book of the Analects.Page 23
If one has the art, then a piece of celery or salted cabbage can be made into a marvellous delicacy; whereas if one has not the art, not all the greatest delicacies and rarities of land, sea or sky are of any avail . ..." I once asked him why, when he could easily have got a job in.Page 52
To run my fingers along an ancient jade, To climb a hill with a stout stick in my hand, To drink wine in the presence of lovely flowers, Talk of books — why they please or fail to please — Or of ghosts and marvels, no matter how far-fetched. These are excesses in which, should he feel inclined, A man of seventy-odd may well indulge.Page 165
... Maiden's Feast. Nothing had changed, except perhaps to become more beautiful. Old Gardener's chrysanthemums had grown more varied, the aged pomegranate tree more gnarled, the bamboos even more luxuriant. How did it go, the poem by Yuan Mei, the first one she had ever recited for Bold Talent? I had long had it in mind to make a boat that should skim the waves quick as any bird Yet never carry people away from their friends But only carry people back to their homes. When they had crossed the Bridge...Page 67
I met someone who told me I had passed ; I was bowled over by this thunderclap of joy and surprise. I thought it was a mistake, thought it was only a dream; I was in a sorry state of doubt and dread. Yet it was true; that staunch master Teng...Page 24
... only wore the drabbest clothes, gave up dressing her hair, would not listen to music, and on festival-days sat weeping with her back turned on the merry-makers'.Page 38
Ni's house, And was hurrying home, prancing along through the dark. On the way I met someone who told me I had passed ; I was bowled over by this thunderclap of joy and surprise. I thought it was a mistake, thought it was only a dream ; I was in a sorry state of doubt and dread. Yet it was true...Page 23
To resolve a single doubt is like the bottom falling off the bucket. The Zen-master Ch'ing-liao (died c. AD 1 1 52) was watching some meal being cooked in a bucket, when the bottom of the bucket fell out. The monks cried out, 'What a sad waste!Page 163
JOT himself, which things he really enjoys. I was born with many strong cravings; Now that I am old they are gradually slipping away. There are only left two or three things That still delight me as they did informer days — To spread out a book beside a bamboo-stream, To run my fingers along an ancient...Page 165

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