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 "title": "His Picture",
 "ordinal": "Elegy V",
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 "poet": "John Donne",
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   {
    "text": "Here take my picture; though I bid farewell,",
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   {
    "text": "Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "’Tis like me now, but I dead, ’twill be more,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "When we are shadows both, than ’twas before.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "When weatherbeaten I come back; my hand",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Perhaps with rude oars torn, or sunbeams tann’d,",
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   {
    "text": "My face and breast of haircloth, and my head",
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   },
   {
    "text": "With care’s harsh sudden hoariness o’erspread,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "My body a sack of bones, broken within,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And powder’s blue stains scatter’d on my skin;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "If rival fools tax thee to have loved a man,",
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   {
    "text": "So foul and coarse, as, O! I may seem then,",
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   {
    "text": "This shall say what I was; and thou shalt say,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "“Do his hurts reach me? doth my worth decay?",
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   {
    "text": "Or do they reach his judging mind, that he",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Should now love less, what he did love to see?",
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   {
    "text": "That which in him was fair and delicate,",
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   {
    "text": "Was but the milk, which in love’s childish state",
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   {
    "text": "Did nurse it; who now is grown strong enough",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To feed on that, which to weak tastes seems tough.”",
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