| On a part of a spear still unrusted in the sand
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| On a road outreaching the white clouds
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| On the third day of the Third-month in the freshening weather
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| On the third day, taking my place to cook
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| On Wheel Tower parapets night-bugles are blowing
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| Only to wanderers can come
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| Our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow
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| Out go the great red wedding-chamber candles
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| Out of the east you visit me
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| Outside are insignia, shown in state
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| Petals of spring fly all through the city
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| Phœnixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them
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| Preparing me chicken and rice, old friend
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| Pure of heart and therefore hungry
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| Pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon
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| Red leaves are fluttering down the twilight
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| Rough were the mountain-stones, and the path very narrow
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| Round a turn of the Ch'in Fortress winds the Wêi River
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| Sad wanderer, once you conquered the South
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| Sailing far off from Ching-mên Ferry
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| See how Chung-nan Mountain soars
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| See how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven
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| She brings a broom at dawn to the Golden Palace doorway
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| She is slim and supple and not yet fourteen
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| Since beauty is honoured all over the Empire
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| Since I married the merchant of Ch'ü-t'ang
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| Since Wang Chün brought his towering ships down from Yi-chou
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| Since yesterday had to throw me and bolt
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| Slow and reluctant, I have waited
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| Snow is white on the westward mountains and on three fortified towns
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| So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed
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| Solitary at the tavern
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| South go the wildgeese, for leaves are now falling
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| Stone-Fish Lake is like Lake Tung-t'ing
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| Stories of passion make sweet dust
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| Tell me, where do you live
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| Ten thousand ranges and valleys approach the Ching Gate
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| Tender orchid-leaves in spring
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