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 "title": "The Human Seasons",
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  "year": 1819,
  "venue": "The Literary Pocket-Book (London, 1819), edited by Leigh Hunt",
  "note": "Sent to Benjamin Bailey in a letter from Teignmouth of 13 March 1818. The claim is the headnote to this poem in The Complete Poetical Works of John Keats, Cambridge Edition (Boston, Houghton Mifflin, 1899), which says the sonnet “was printed the next year in Leigh Hunt’s Literary Pocket-Book”; the year 1819 is read off that phrase rather than off a copy of the book, and no copy has been read here. Keats did not include the sonnet in his 1820 volume, and the two volumes of Milnes’s 1848 edition read here do not print it.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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    "text": "Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;",
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    "text": "There are four seasons in the mind of man:",
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    "text": "He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear",
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    "text": "Takes in all beauty with an easy span:",
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    "text": "He has his Summer, when luxuriously",
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   {
    "text": "Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves",
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   {
    "text": "To ruminate, and by such dreaming high",
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   {
    "text": "Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves",
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   {
    "text": "His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He furleth close; contented so to look",
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   {
    "text": "On mists in idleness⁠—to let fair things",
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    "text": "Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.",
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   {
    "text": "He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,",
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   {
    "text": "Or else he would forego his mortal nature.",
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