A Glimpse Of China. In A Sampan.

(Min River, Fo Kien.)


Up in the misty morning,
    Up past the gardened hills,
With the rhythmic stroke of the rowers,
    While the blue deep pales and thrills!

Past the rice-fields green low-lying,
    Where the sea-gull's winging down
From the fleets of junks and sampans
    And the ancient Chinese Town!

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Francis William Lauderdale Adams (27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893) was an English writer, poet, dramatist, and social reformer. His literary work often reflected his radical socialist views. Adams lived a life marred by poverty and struggles with his health, eventually committing suicide at the age of 30. Despite his brief life, his contributions to literature and social thought remain significant.

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To The Sons Of Labour.

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England. In The Camp.

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Mount Rennie." {95}

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To Queen Victoria In England. An Address On Her Jubilee Year.

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From the bright and blinding sunshine,
    From the whirling locust's song,
Into the dark and narrow fissures
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Here and there dusky-beaming
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A Glimpse Of China. Over The Samovar. {69A}

(Foo-chow.)


"Yes, I used always to think
    That you Russians knew
How to make the good drink
    As none others do.

"And I thought moreover,
    (Not with the epicures),
You might search the world over
    For such women as yours.

"In both these matters now
    I perceive I was right,
And I really can't tell you how
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"Taught as well as organized, {69b}
    The eternal Coolie,
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Sampan Song

A little breeze blew over the sea,
    And it came from far away,
Across the fields of millet and rice,
All warm with sunshine and sweet with spice,
It lifted his curls and kissed him thrice,
    As upon the deck he lay.

It said, "Oh, idle upon the sea,
    Awake and with sleep have done,
Haul up the widest sail of the prow,
And come with me to the rice fields now,
She longs, oh, how can I tell you how,
    To show you your first-born son!"

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A Glimpse Of China. "Caste."

These Chinese toil and yet they do not starve,
    And they obey, and yet they are not slaves.
It is the "free-born" fuddled Englishmen
    That grovel rotting in their living graves.

These Chinese do not fawn with servile lips;
    They lift up equal eyes that ask and scan.
Their degradation has escaped at least
    That choicest curse of all - the gentleman!

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In The Shadows

I am sailing to the leeward,
Where the current runs to seaward
        Soft and slow,
Where the sleeping river grasses
Brush my paddle as it passes
        To and fro.

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All the golden sands awaking
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Sleeps the overhanging willow,
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Where the very silence slumbers,
Water lilies grow in numbers,
        Pure and pale;
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