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 "title": "The Dream",
 "ordinal": "Elegy X",
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 "poet": "John Donne",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Poems, by J. D. with Elegies on the Authors Death",
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  "venue": "Poems, by J. D. with Elegies on the Authors Death (1633)",
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   {
    "text": "Image of her whom I love, more than she,",
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   {
    "text": "Whose fair impression in my faithful heart",
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   {
    "text": "Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart",
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   {
    "text": "The value; go, and take my heart from hence,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Which now is grown too great and good for me.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "When you are gone, and reason gone with you,",
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   {
    "text": "Then fantasy is queen and soul, and all;",
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   {
    "text": "She can present joys meaner than you do,",
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   {
    "text": "Convenient, and more proportional.",
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   {
    "text": "So, if I dream I have you, I have you,",
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   {
    "text": "For all our joys are but fantastical;",
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   {
    "text": "And so I ’scape the pain, for pain is true;",
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   {
    "text": "And sleep, which locks up sense, doth lock out all.",
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   {
    "text": "After a such fruition I shall wake,",
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   {
    "text": "And, but the waking, nothing shall repent;",
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   {
    "text": "And shall to love more thankful sonnets make,",
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   {
    "text": "Than if more honour, tears, and pains were spent.",
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   {
    "text": "But, dearest heart and dearer image, stay;",
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   {
    "text": "Alas! true joys at best are dream enough;",
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   {
    "text": "Though you stay here, you pass too fast away,",
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   {
    "text": "For even at first life’s taper is a snuff.",
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   {
    "text": "Fill’d with her love, may I be rather grown",
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   {
    "text": "Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.",
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