{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop241.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop241.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop241.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Those frowning rocks the heights surmount,\n \u00a0\u00a0And fill the mind with dread.\n O\u2019er hills, through streams, our steps we count;\n \u00a0\u00a0When shall our march be sped?\n Our warrior hastens on the track,\n Nor thinks he of our drawing back.\n3Look at the swine, with legs all white,\n \u00a0\u00a0Washed by the pools from stain!\n The moon wades through the Hyads bright,\n \u00a0\u00a0Foretelling heavier rain.\n He at whose word we eastward fare\n No leisure has for other care.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VIII. The Decade of Tu J\u00ean Shih: VIII. Chien Chien Chih Shih","type":"page"}