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 "title": "On Seeing the Elgin Marbles",
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 "poet": "John Keats",
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  "year": 1817,
  "venue": "The Examiner (9 March 1817)",
  "note": "Reprinted in Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats (1848), which is the volume this text is placed in. The claim is the headnote to this poem in The Complete Poetical Works of John Keats, Cambridge Edition (Boston, Houghton Mifflin, 1899), which states that this sonnet and the one addressed to Haydon with it were printed in The Examiner of 9 March 1817. No copy of that number has been read here.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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    "text": "My spirit is too weak⁠—mortality",
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    "text": "Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,",
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   {
    "text": "And each imagin’d pinnacle and steep",
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   {
    "text": "Of godlike hardship tells me I must die",
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    "text": "Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.",
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   {
    "text": "Yet ’tis a gentle luxury to weep",
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   {
    "text": "That I have not the cloudy winds to keep,",
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   {
    "text": "Fresh for the opening of the morning’s eye.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Such dim-conceivèd glories of the brain",
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   {
    "text": "Bring round the heart an indescribable feud;",
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   {
    "text": "So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,",
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   {
    "text": "That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude",
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    "text": "Wasting of old Time⁠—with a billowy main⁠—",
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    "text": "A sun⁠—a shadow of a magnitude.",
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