{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop026.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop026.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop026.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Scrubby oaks grow the forest around;\n \u00a0\u00a0In the wild there lies stretched a dead deer,\n Close and tight with the white matting bound.\n \u00a0\u00a0As a gem see the maiden appear. p. 22\n3\"Hold thy hand, and beware, sir,\" she cries.\n \u00a0\u00a0\"Be thou civil, and haste not to wrong.\n Meddle not with my handkerchief's ties.\n \u00a0\u00a0Do not make my dog bark. Pass along.\"","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book II. The Odes of Shao and the South: XII. Yeh Yu Ss\u016d Ch\u00fcn","type":"page"}