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 "title": "The Funeral",
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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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 "container": "Songs and Sonnets",
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  "year": 1633,
  "venue": "Poems, by J. D. with Elegies on the Authors Death (1633)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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   {
    "text": "Whoever Comes to shroud me, do not harm,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Nor question much,",
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   {
    "text": "That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm;",
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   {
    "text": "The mystery, the sign you must not touch;",
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   {
    "text": "For ’tis my outward soul,",
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   {
    "text": "Viceroy to that, which unto heaven being gone,",
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   {
    "text": "Will leave this to control",
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    "text": "And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.",
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   {
    "text": "For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall",
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   {
    "text": "Through every part",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Can tie those parts, and make me one of all,",
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   {
    "text": "Those hairs which upward grew, and strength and art",
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   {
    "text": "Have from a better brain,",
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   {
    "text": "Can better do ’t; except she meant that I",
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   },
   {
    "text": "By this should know my pain,",
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    "text": "As prisoners then are manacled, when they’re condemn’d to die.",
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    "text": "Whate’er she meant by it, bury it with me,",
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    "text": "For since I am",
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   {
    "text": "Love’s martyr, it might breed idolatry,",
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   {
    "text": "If into other hands these relics came.",
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   {
    "text": "As ’twas humility",
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    "text": "To afford to it all that a soul can do,",
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    "text": "So ’tis some bravery,",
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   {
    "text": "That since you would have none of me, I bury some of you.",
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