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 "title": "To Some Ladies",
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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": "What though, while the wonders of nature exploring,",
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   {
    "text": "I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend;",
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   {
    "text": "Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring,",
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   {
    "text": "Bless Cynthia’s face, the enthusiast’s friend:",
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    "text": "Yet over the steep, whence the mountain-stream rushes,",
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   {
    "text": "With you, kindest friends, in idea I rove;",
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   {
    "text": "Mark the clear tumbling crystal, its passionate gushes,",
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   {
    "text": "Its spray that the wild flower kindly bedews.",
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    "text": "Why linger you so, the wild labyrinth strolling?",
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   {
    "text": "Why breathless, unable your bliss to declare?",
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    "text": "Ah! you list to the nightingale’s tender condoling,",
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    "text": "Responsive to sylphs, in the moon-beamy air.",
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    "text": "’Tis morn, and the flowers with dew are yet drooping,",
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    "text": "I see you are treading the verge of the sea:",
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    "text": "And now! ah, I see it⁠—you just now are stooping",
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    "text": "To pick up the keepsake intended for me.",
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    "text": "If a cherub, on pinions of silver descending,",
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    "text": "Had brought me a gem from the fretwork of heaven;",
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    "text": "And smiles, with his star-cheering voice sweetly blending,",
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    "text": "The blessings of Tighe had melodiously given;",
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    "text": "It had not created a warmer emotion",
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    "text": "Than the present, fair nymphs, I was blest with from you;",
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    "text": "Than the shell, from the bright golden sands of the ocean,",
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    "text": "Which the emerald waves at your feet gladly threw.",
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    "text": "For, indeed, ’tis a sweet and peculiar pleasure,",
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   {
    "text": "(And blissful is he who such happiness finds,)",
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   {
    "text": "To possess but a span of the hour of leisure,",
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    "text": "In elegant, pure, and aerial minds.",
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