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 "title": "To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown",
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  "year": 1848,
  "venue": "Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats (1848)",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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   {
    "text": "Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear",
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   {
    "text": "From my glad bosom,⁠—now from gloominess",
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   {
    "text": "I mount for ever⁠—not an atom less",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Than the proud laurel shall content my bier.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "No! by the eternal stars! or why sit here",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In the Sun’s eye, and ’gainst my temples press",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Apollo’s very leaves, woven to bless",
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   },
   {
    "text": "By thy white fingers and thy spirit clear.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Lo! who dares say, “Do this?” Who dares call down",
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   },
   {
    "text": "My will from its high purpose? Who say, “Stand,”",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Or “Go?” This mighty moment I would frown",
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   {
    "text": "On abject Caesars⁠—not the stoutest band",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of mailèd heroes should tear off my crown:",
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   {
    "text": "Yet would I kneel and kiss thy gentle hand!",
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