{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop243.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop243.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop243.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2 Black is every plant become;\n Every man is torn from home.\n Kept on foot, our state is sad;\u2014\n As if we no feelings had!\n3Not rhinoceroses we!\n Tigers do we care to be?\n Fields like these so desolate\n Are to us a hateful fate.\n4Long-tailed foxes pleased may hide\n \u2019Mong the grass, where they abide.\n We, in box carts slowly borne,\n On the great roads plod and mourn.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VIII. The Decade of Tu J\u00ean Shih: X. Ho Ts\u2018ao Pu Huang","type":"page"}