{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop109.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop109.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop109.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Renowned through all the land is he,\n \u00a0\u00a0The nephew of our lord.\n With clear and lovely eyes, his grace\n \u00a0\u00a0May not be told by word.\n All day at target practice,\n \u00a0\u00a0He'll never miss the bird.\n Such is the prince of Lu, and yet\n \u00a0\u00a0With grief for him we're stirred!\n3All grace and beauty he displays,\n \u00a0\u00a0High forehead, and eyes bright.\n And dancing choice! His arrows all\n \u00a0\u00a0The target hit aright.\n Straight through they go, and every one\n \u00a0\u00a0Lights on the selfsame spot.\n Rebellion he could well withstand,\n \u00a0\u00a0And yet we mourn his lot!","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VIII. The Odes of Ch\u2018i: XI. I Chieh","type":"page"}