{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop130.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop130.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop130.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The season's males, alarmed, arise,\u2014\n The season's males, of wondrous size.\n Driven by the beaters, forth they spring,\n Soon caught within the hunters\u2019 ring.\n \"Drive on their left,\" the ruler cries;\n And to its mark his arrow flies.\n3The hunting done, northward he goes;\n And in the park the driver shows\n The horses\u2019 points, and his own skill\n That rules and guides them at his will.\n Light cars, whose teams small bells display,\n The long and short-mouthed dogs convey.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XI. The Odes of Ch\u2018in: II. Ss\u016d T\u2018ieh","type":"page"}