460 Mr. D.iris on ike Poetry of the Chinese. 



" Written at the Commencement of Spring." 



To the front of yon old peaked hill, the sovereign of verdure (Spring) returns ; 



At the base of yon old peaked hill the rain is gently falling: 



Tlie peach and pear blossoms successively open and blend their hues. 



The white and the yellow bird fly hither and thither : 



I recollect how last year, at the monastery that overlooks the sea. 



On this very day I watched the spring displaying its brightness. 



No tidings have since reached me of my distant brethren, 



I sit solitary in this lonely mountain, and brood over my thoughts." 



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" At the New Year." (February.) 



. " The climate this season excels all seasons past ; 



With gaily blended hues, all things in nature vie for beauty. 

 Already surprised by the early progress of the pendent willow sprigs, 

 I next admire the fresh luxuriance of the purple Magnolias. 



2. Birds of every colour fly about in mingled confusion. 



And with the noise of their contentious repasts fill my hilly dwelling: 

 The ravines of this Lofow mountain are their constant haunts. 

 They visit not in such numbers the lofty levels of Tszeyu. 



