{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop038.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop038.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop038.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I go along the road,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Slow, with reluctant heart.\n Your escort lame to door but came,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0There glad from me to part. p. 37\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Sow thistle, bitter called,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As shepherd's-purse is sweet;\n With your new mate you feast elate,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As joyous brothers meet.\n3\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Part clear, the stream of Ching\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Is foul beside the Wei.\n You feast elate with your new mate,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And take no heed of me.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Loose mate, avoid my dam,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Nor dare my basket move!\n Person slighted, life all blighted,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0What can the future prove?\n4\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The water deep, in boat,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or raft-sustained, I'd go;\n And where the stream did narrow seem,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I dived or breasted through.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I labored to increase\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Our means, or great or small;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0When \u2019mong friends near, death did appear,\n On knees to help I'd crawl. p. 38\n5\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0No cherishing you give,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I'm hostile in your eyes.\n As peddler's wares for which none cares,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0My virtues you despise.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0When poverty was nigh,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I strove our means to spare;\n You, now rich grown, me scorn to own;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To poison me compare.\n6\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The stores for winter piled.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Are all unprized in spring.\n So now, elate with your new mate,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Myself away you fling.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Your cool disdain for me\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A bitter anguish hath.\n The early time, our love's sweet prime,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In you wakes only wrath.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book III. The Odes of P\u2018ei: X. Ku F\u00eang","type":"page"}