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“Ballad of the Savage Tiger” by Li He
No one attacks it with a long lance, No one plies a strong cross-bow. Suckling its grandsons, rearing its cubs, It trains them into savagery. Its reared head becomes a wall Its waving tail becomes a banner. Even Huang from the Eastern Sea,¹ Dreaded to see it after dark, A righteous tiger, met on the road,²…
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The Collected Poems of Capita Mortua
Wikipedia Poem, No. 761 the seniors in chang-tan park and the seniors in he-yang low-waged war and sparse reliable force since li he served languish even working peach-blossom steady erosion of state and sparse protest comfortable forces in peach-blossom anxiety and sparse reliable for peach-blossom ranks of thot of complaints peach-blossom li he was surprised…
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