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 "title": "To a Lady Seen for a Few Moments at Vauxhall",
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 "poet": "John Keats",
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 "book": "Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats",
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  "year": 1844,
  "venue": "Hood’s Magazine (April 1844)",
  "note": "The sonnet beginning “Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb”, first published twenty-three years after Keats’s death and afterwards included 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). No copy of that number of Hood’s Magazine has been read here.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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    "text": "Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,",
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   {
    "text": "Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,",
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   {
    "text": "Since I was tangled in thy beauty’s web,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.",
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   {
    "text": "And yet I never look on midnight sky,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But I behold thine eyes’ well-memoried light;",
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   {
    "text": "I cannot look upon the rose’s dye,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight;",
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   {
    "text": "I cannot look on any budding flower,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips",
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   {
    "text": "And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour",
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   {
    "text": "Its sweets in the wrong sense:⁠—Thou dost eclipse",
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   {
    "text": "Every delight with sweet remembering,",
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   {
    "text": "And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.",
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