{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop076.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop076.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop076.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2With slow and heavy sound his car,\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0His car of state, moves on.\n O\u2019er his dress spread, the colors red\n \u00a0\u00a0Shine like carnation stone.\n Thinking I always am of thee;\n \u00a0\u00a0The fondest thoughts have I.\n The fear of him alone holds me,\n \u00a0\u00a0Or to thine arms I'd fly. p. 84\n3Our fate may be, while still alive,\n \u00a0\u00a0Always apart to dwell;\n But when we're dead, we shall be laid\n \u00a0\u00a0In the same earthen cell.\n If haply thou should\u2019st say that I\n \u00a0\u00a0Am not in this sincere,\n I swear its truth by that day's eye,\n \u00a0\u00a0Whose piercing glance I fear.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VI. The Odes of the Royal Domain: IX. Ta Ch\u2018\u00ea","type":"page"}