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 "id": "john-keats/sonnet-to-solitude",
 "title": "Sonnet to Solitude",
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 "poet": "John Keats",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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    "text": "O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,",
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   {
    "text": "Let it not be among the jumbled heap",
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   {
    "text": "Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Nature’s observatory,⁠—whence the dell,",
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   {
    "text": "Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep",
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   {
    "text": "’Mongst boughs pavilion’d, where the deer’s swift leap",
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   {
    "text": "Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,",
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   {
    "text": "Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,",
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   {
    "text": "Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,",
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   {
    "text": "Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be",
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   {
    "text": "Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,",
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    "text": "When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.",
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