{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop041.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop041.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop041.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2With figure large I in the courtyard dance.\n And the duke smiles, when he beholds me prance.\n A tiger's strength I have; the steeds swift bound;\n The reins as ribbons in my hands are found.\n3See how I hold the flute in my left hand;\n In right the pheasant's plume, waved like a wand;\n With visage red, where rouge you think to trace,\n While the duke pleased, sends down the cup of grace!\n4Hazels on hills; the ling in meadow damp;\u2014\n Each has its place, while I'm a slighted scamp.\n My thoughts go back to th\u2019 early days of Chou,\n And muse upon its chiefs, not equaled now.\n O noble chiefs, who then the west adorned,\n Would ye have thus neglected me and scorned?","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book III. The Odes of P\u2018ei: XIII. Chien Hsi","type":"page"}