Excerpt from Chinese Poems We grasp our battles-spears we don our breast-plates of hide. The axles of our chariots touch [those of the enemy] our short swords meet. Standards obscure the sun the foe roll up like clouds. Arrows fall thick: the warriors press forward. They menace our ranks they break our line. The left hand trace-horse is dead the one on the right is smitten. The fallen horses block our wheels: they impede the yoke-horses. They grasp their jade drum-sticks: they beat the sounding drums. Heaven decrees their fall the dread powers are wroth. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.