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 "title": "Ode to Apollo",
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    "text": "In thy western halls of gold",
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   {
    "text": "When thou sittest in thy state,",
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   {
    "text": "Bards, that erst sublimely told",
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   {
    "text": "Heroic deeds, and sang of fate,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "With fervour seize their adamantine lyres,",
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   {
    "text": "Whose chords are solid rays, and twinkle radiant fires.",
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   {
    "text": "Here Homer with his nervous arms",
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    "text": "Strikes the twanging harp of war,",
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   {
    "text": "And even the western splendor warms,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "While the trumpets sound afar:",
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   {
    "text": "But, what creates the most intense surprise,",
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   {
    "text": "His soul looks out through renovated eyes.",
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   {
    "text": "Then, through thy Temple wide, melodious swells",
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   {
    "text": "The sweet majestic tone of Maro’s lyre:",
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   {
    "text": "The soul delighted on each accent dwells,⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Enraptur’d dwells,⁠—not daring to respire,",
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   {
    "text": "The while he tells of grief around a funeral pyre.",
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   {
    "text": "’Tis awful silence then again;",
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   {
    "text": "Expectant stand the spheres;",
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   {
    "text": "Breathless the laurell’d peers,",
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   {
    "text": "Nor move, till ends the lofty strain,",
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   {
    "text": "Nor move till Milton’s tuneful thunders cease,",
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   {
    "text": "And leave once more the ravish’d heavens in peace.",
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   {
    "text": "Thou biddest Shakspeare wave his hand,",
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   {
    "text": "And quickly forward spring",
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   {
    "text": "The Passions⁠—a terrific band⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "And each vibrates the string",
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   {
    "text": "That with its tyrant temper best accords,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "While from their Master’s lips pour forth the inspiring words.",
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    "text": "A silver trumpet Spenser blows,",
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   {
    "text": "And, as its martial notes to silence flee,",
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    "text": "From a virgin chorus flows",
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   {
    "text": "A hymn in praise of spotless Chastity.",
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   {
    "text": "’Tis still! Wild warblings from the Æolian lyre",
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   {
    "text": "Enchantment softly breathe, and tremblingly expire.",
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    "text": "Next thy Tasso’s ardent numbers",
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   {
    "text": "Float along the pleasèd air,",
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   {
    "text": "Calling youth from idle slumbers,",
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    "text": "Rousing them from Pleasure’s lair:⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Then o’er the strings his fingers gently move,",
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   {
    "text": "And melt the soul to pity and to love.",
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    "text": "But when Thou joinest with the Nine,",
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   {
    "text": "And all the powers of song combine,",
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    "text": "We listen here on earth:",
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    "text": "The dying tones that fill the air,",
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   {
    "text": "And charm the ear of evening fair,",
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   {
    "text": "From thee, Great God of Bards, receive their heavenly birth.",
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