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XI The I Chieh; narrative. Lament over Duke Chuang of Lu, notwithstanding his beauty of person, elegance of manners, and skill in archery. 1A grand man is the prince of Lu, With person large and high. Lofty his front, and suited to The fine glance of his eye! p. 115 Swift are his feet. In archery What man with him can vie? With all these goodly qualities, We see him and we sigh! 2Renowned through all the land is he, The nephew of our lord. With clear and lovely eyes, his grace May not be told by word. All day at target practice, He'll never miss the bird. Such is the prince of Lu, and yet With grief for him we're stirred! 3All grace and beauty he displays, High forehead, and eyes bright. And dancing choice! His arrows all The target hit aright. Straight through they go, and every one Lights on the selfsame spot. Rebellion he could well withstand, And yet we mourn his lot!
Source: Internet Sacred Text Archive, file cfu/bop/bop109.htm.
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