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So Dong Zhuo composed something like this:

So Dong Zhuo composed something like this:

So Dong Zhuo composed something like this: “Thy servant knows that the continual rebellions owe their origin to Zhang Rang and the Regular Attendants of the Inner Bureau, who act counter to all recognized precepts. Now to stop the ebullition of a pot the best way is to withdraw the fire; to cut out an abscess, though painful, is better than to nourish the evil. I have dared undertake a military advance on the capital, with thy permission, and now…

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The eunuchs persuaded the ladies to retire.

The eunuchs persuaded the ladies to retire.

The eunuchs persuaded the ladies to retire. But in the night Empress He summoned her brother into the Palace and told him what had occurred. He went out and took counsel with the principal officers of state. Next morning a court was held and a memorial was presented, saying: “Empress Dong, being the foster mother of Liu Xian, Prince of Chenliu, a regional prince—only a collateral—cannot properly occupy any part of the Palace. She is to be removed into her…

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Let bugles cry our victory!

Let bugles cry our victory!

Let bugles cry our victory! Lu Lun BORDER-SONGS II The woods are black and a wind assails the grasses, Yet the general tries night archery — And next morning he finds his white-plumed arrow Pointed deep in the hard rock. Lu Lun BORDER-SONGS III High in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring. Tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark — And we chase them, with horses lightly burdened And a burden of snow on our bows and our swords. Lu…

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Let bugles cry our victory!

Let bugles cry our victory!

Let bugles cry our victory! Lu Lun BORDER-SONGS II The woods are black and a wind assails the grasses, Yet the general tries night archery — And next morning he finds his white-plumed arrow Pointed deep in the hard rock. Lu Lun BORDER-SONGS III High in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring. Tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark — And we chase them, with horses lightly burdened And a burden of snow on our bows and our swords. Lu…

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