{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop058.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop058.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop058.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Strong grow the clumps of green bamboo,\n \u00a0\u00a0Around each cove of Ch\u2018i.\n They lead my thoughts to our Duke Wu;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Of winning grace is he!\n His ear plugs are of pebbles fine; p. 61\n And gems like stars bright glittering shine,\n \u00a0\u00a0All o\u2019er his cap of state.\n Grave and of dignity serene;\n With force of will as plainly seen;\n Accomplished, elegant in mien;\n \u00a0\u00a0Him we can ne\u2019er forget.\n3How thick the clumps of green bamboo,\n \u00a0\u00a0Around each cove of Ch\u2018i.\n They lead my thoughts to our Duke Wu;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Of winning grace is he!\n Pure as the finest tin or gold,\n And as the scepter princes hold\n \u00a0\u00a0So strong, while mild in mood!\n See him in car with lofty side,\n Magnanimous and free from pride.\n His words to jest are oft allied,\n \u00a0\u00a0But never are they rude.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book V. The Odes of Wei: I. Ch\u2018i Ao","type":"page"}