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Her tears are spent, but no dreams come 118
Here, beside a clear deep lake 7
Here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake 109
Here, where you spent your three years' exile 93
High above, from a jade chamber, songs float half-way to heaven 45
High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset 197
His golden arrow is tipped with hawk's feathers 103
His Palace of Purple Spring has been taken by mist and cloud 79
How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement 53
How gladly I would seek a mountain 111
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I am endlessly yearning 69
I am far from the clouds of Sung Mountain, a long way from trees in Ch'in 74
I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches 82
I am only an old woodsman, whispering a sob 171
I am sad. My thoughts are in Yo-chou 165
I am the madman of the Ch'u country 63
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring 108
I clean my teeth in water drawn from a cold well 98
I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine 198
I face, high over this enchanted lodge, the Court of the Five Cities of Heaven 27
I go in a dream to the house of Hsieh 13
I had always heard of Lake Tung-t'ing 152
I had so long been troubled by official hat and robe 98
I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers 199
I left home young, I return old 36
I met you often when you were visiting princes 147
I petition no more at the north palace-gate 110
I ponder on the poem of The Precious Dagger 76
I still remember those days of peace 217
I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Hsün-yang River 125
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings 78
In a happy reign there should be no hermits 198
In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering 155
In dangerous times we two came south 133
In gala robes she comes down from her chamber 100
In my bed among the woods, grieving that spring must end 110
In the faded old imperial palace 215
In the Fourth-month the south wind blows plains of yellow barley 47
In the pure morning, near the old temple 7
In the slant of the sun on the country-side 200
In twelve chambers the ladies, decked for the day 40

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