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The Fifteenth Volume - 编集拙诗成一十五卷因题卷末戏赠元九、李二十

By Arthur Waley | Posted: 7 March 2010
While I am alive riches and honour will never fall to my lot; But well I know that after I am dead the fame of my books will live. This random talk and foolish boasting forgive me, for to-day I have added Volume Fifteen to the row that stands to my name.
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Madly Singing in the Mountains - 山中独吟

By Arthur Waley | Posted: 7 March 2010
There is no one among men that has not a special failing: And my failing consists in writing verses. I have broken away from the thousand ties of life: But this infirmity still remains behind. Each time that I look at a fine landscape: Each time that I meet a loved friend, I raised my voice and recite a stanza of [...]
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