{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop097.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop097.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop097.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Where the grass creeps o\u2019er the moor,\n With the dew all covered o\u2019er,\n There the finest man found I,\n \u2019Bove whose clear and piercing eye,\n Rose his forehead, broad and high.\n Chance gave us a meeting rare,\n And we both were happy there.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VII. The Odes of Ch\u00eang: XX. Yeh Yu Man Ts\u2018ao","type":"page"}