Myths & Legends of Japan

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G.G. Harrap, 1928 - 411 páginas
 

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Página 290 - creases like the leathern boot of Tartar horsemen, curl like the dewlap of a mighty bullock, unfold like a mist rising out of a ravine, gleam like a lake touched by a zephyr, and be wet and soft like fine earth newly swept by rain.
Página 139 - Their old Karma is exhausted, no new Karma is being produced : their hearts are free from the longing after future life ; the cause of their existence being destroyed, and no new yearnings springing up within them, they, the wise, are extinguished like this lamp.
Página 288 - I would therefore in a particular manner recommend these my speculations to all well-regulated families that set apart an hour every morning for tea, bread and butter ; and would earnestly advise them for
Página 124 - and from the cloudy spheres, Chiming in unison, the angels' lutes, Tabrets, and cymbals, and sweet silv'ry flutes, Ring through the heav'n that glows with purple hues, As when Someiro's western slope endues The tints of sunset, while the azure wave From isle to isle the pine-clad shores doth lave. From
Página 321 - 'Tis Spring, and the mists come stealing O'er Suminóye's shore, And I stand by the seaside musing On the days that are no more. " I muse on the old-world story. As the boats glide to and fro, Of the fisher-boy Urashima, Who
Página 115 - At ninety I shall penetrate the mystery of things ; at a hundred I shall certainly have reached a marvellous stage ; and when I am a hundred and ten everything I do, be it a dot or a line, will be alive.
Página 289 - a hardened and shameless tea-drinker, who for twenty years diluted his meals with only the infusion of the fascinating plant ; who with tea amused the evening, with tea solaced the midnight, and with tea welcomed the morning.
Página 288 - searches my inmost being. . . . The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration—all the wrong of life passes away through my pores. At the fifth cup I am purified ; the sixth cup calls me to the realms of immortals. The seventh cup—ah, but I could take no more ! I only feel the breath of cool wind that rises in my sleeves. Where is Horaisan
Página 289 - their good to order this paper to be punctually served up and to be looked upon as a part of the tea-equipage.
Página 315 - Full well I know my humble lot, I know how short my life.' " So where the dashing billows beat On the loud-sounding shore, Hath Katsushika's tender maid Her home for evermore. " Yes ! 'tis a tale of days long past; But, list'ning to the lay, It seems as I had gazed upon Her face but yesterday.

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