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 "title": "The Storm",
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 "subtitle": "To Mr. Christopher Brooke, from the Island Voyage with the Earl of Essex",
 "poet": "John Donne",
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 "language": "en",
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  "venue": "Poems, by J. D. with Elegies on the Authors Death (1633)",
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    "text": "Thou which art I⁠—’tis nothing to be so⁠—",
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    "text": "Thou which art still thyself, by these shalt know",
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    "text": "Part of our passage; and a hand or eye",
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   {
    "text": "By Hilliard drawn is worth a history",
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   {
    "text": "By a worse painter made; and, without pride,",
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   {
    "text": "When by thy judgment they are dignified,",
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   {
    "text": "My lines are such. ’Tis the preeminence",
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    "text": "Of friendship only to impute excellence.",
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   {
    "text": "England, to whom we owe what we be and have,",
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   {
    "text": "Sad that her sons did seek a foreign grave",
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   {
    "text": "—For Fate’s or Fortune’s drifts none can soothsay;",
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    "text": "Honour and misery have one face, and way⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "From out her pregnant entrails sigh’d a wind,",
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   {
    "text": "Which at th’ air’s middle marble room did find",
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    "text": "Such strong resistance, that itself it threw",
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    "text": "Downward again; and so when it did view",
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   {
    "text": "How in the port our fleet dear time did leese,",
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    "text": "Withering like prisoners, which lie but for fees,",
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    "text": "Mildly it kiss’d our sails, and fresh and sweet",
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   {
    "text": "—As to a stomach starved, whose insides meet,",
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    "text": "Meat comes⁠—it came; and swole our sails, when we",
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   {
    "text": "So joy’d, as Sarah her swelling joy’d to see.",
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   {
    "text": "But ’twas but so kind as our countrymen,",
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    "text": "Which bring friends one day’s way, and leave them then.",
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    "text": "Then like two mighty kings, which dwelling far",
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    "text": "Asunder, meet against a third to war,",
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   {
    "text": "The south and west winds join’d, and, as they blew,",
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   {
    "text": "Waves like a rolling trench before them threw.",
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   {
    "text": "Sooner than you read this line, did the gale,",
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   {
    "text": "Like shot, not fear’d till felt, our sails assail;",
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    "text": "And what at first was call’d a gust, the same",
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    "text": "Hath now a storm’s, anon a tempest’s name.",
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    "text": "Jonas, I pity thee, and curse those men",
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    "text": "Who, when the storm raged most, did wake thee then.",
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    "text": "Sleep is pain’s easiest salve, and doth fulfil",
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    "text": "All offices of death, except to kill.",
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    "text": "But when I waked, I saw that I saw not;",
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    "text": "I, and the sun, which should teach me, had forgot",
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    "text": "East, west, day, night; and I could only say,",
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   {
    "text": "If th’ world had lasted, now it had been day.",
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    "text": "Thousands our noises were, yet we ’mongst all",
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    "text": "Could none by his right name, but thunder, call.",
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    "text": "Lightning was all our light, and it rain’d more",
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    "text": "Than if the sun had drunk the sea before.",
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    "text": "Some coffin’d in their cabins lie, equally",
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    "text": "Grieved that they are not dead, and yet must die;",
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    "text": "And as sin-burden’d souls from grave will creep",
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    "text": "At the last day, some forth their cabins peep,",
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    "text": "And trembling ask, “What news?” and do hear so",
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    "text": "As jealous husbands, what they would not know.",
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    "text": "Some sitting on the hatches would seem there",
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    "text": "With hideous gazing to fear away fear.",
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    "text": "Then note they the ship’s sicknesses, the mast",
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    "text": "Shaked with an ague, and the hold and waist",
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    "text": "With a salt dropsy clogg’d, and all our tacklings",
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    "text": "Snapping, like too-too-high-stretch’d treble strings.",
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    "text": "And from our tatter’d sails rags drop down so,",
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    "text": "As from one hang’d in chains a year ago.",
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   {
    "text": "Even our ordnance, placed for our defence,",
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    "text": "Strives to break loose, and ’scape away from thence.",
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   {
    "text": "Pumping hath tired our men, and what’s the gain?",
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   {
    "text": "Seas into seas thrown, we suck in again;",
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    "text": "Hearing hath deaf’d our sailors, and if they",
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    "text": "Knew how to hear, there’s none knows what to say.",
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    "text": "Compared to these storms, death is but a qualm,",
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    "text": "Hell somewhat lightsome, the Bermudas calm.",
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    "text": "Darkness, light’s eldest brother, his birthright",
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   {
    "text": "Claims o’er the world, and to heaven hath chasèd light.",
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   {
    "text": "All things are one, and that one none can be,",
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    "text": "Since all forms uniform deformity",
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   {
    "text": "Doth cover; so that we, except God say",
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   {
    "text": "Another Fiat, shall have no more day.",
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   {
    "text": "So violent, yet long, these furies be,",
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   {
    "text": "That though thine absence starve me, I wish not thee.",
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