And the King of Annam did to it what is always done to the learned and eloquent.

He took a cage with stout bars, and shut up inside.' And wasn't that the cruel thing to write! And are you so imprisoned here, Li Po?
Ah, Li Po, I'm thinking hard of you, I'm thinking hard." "Well, now, Golden Bells, to tell you the truth there was no excuse for it.

But often times I do be feeling sad, and thinking of the friends of my youth who are gone.

Yuan Chen, who might have been a better poet nor me, if he had been spared; and H'sieng-yang and Li Chien, too.

Ah, they were great poets, Golden Bells.