{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop165.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop165.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop165.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2On dashed my four steeds; I ne\u2019er slackened the reins.\n They snorted and panted,\u2014all white, with black manes.\n I wished to return, but our sovereign's command\n Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;\n And I dared not to pause or to rest.\n3Unresting the filial doves speed in their flight,\n Ascending, then sweeping swift down from the height,\n Now grouped on the oaks. The king's high command\n Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;\n And my father I left, sore distressed. p. 185\n4Unresting the filial doves speed in their flight,\n Now fanning the air, and anon they alight\n On the medlars thick grouped. But our monarch's command\n Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;\u2014\n Of my mother I thought with sad breast.\n5My four steeds I harnessed, all white and black-maned,\n Which straight on their way, fleet and emulous, strained.\n I wished to return; and now venture in song\n The wish to express, and announce how I long\n For my mother my care to attest.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book I. Decade of Lu Ming: II. Ss\u016d Mu","type":"page"}