{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop044.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop044.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop044.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2As when the north winds whistle shrill,\n And drifting snows each hollow fill,\n The source of pain and suffering great,\n So now it is in Wei's poor state.\n \u00a0\u00a0Let us join hands, and leave for aye,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0My friends and lovers all,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u2019Tis not a time will brook delay;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Things for prompt action call.\n3We look for red, and foxes meet;\n For black, and crows our vision greet.\n The creatures, both of omen bad,\n Well suit the state of Wei so sad. p. 45\n \u00a0\u00a0Let us join hands and mount our cars,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0My friends and lovers all.\n \u00a0\u00a0No time remains for wordy jars;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Things for prompt action call.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book III. The Odes of P\u2018ei: XVI. Pei F\u00eang","type":"page"}