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 "title": "Written on the Blank Space at the End of Chaucer’s Tale of The Floure and the Lefe",
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 "poet": "John Keats",
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  "year": 1817,
  "venue": "The Examiner (16 March 1817)",
  "note": "Written in February 1817. Reprinted in Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats (1848). 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 The Examiner 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": "This pleasant tale is like a little copse:",
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   {
    "text": "The honied lines so freshly interlace,",
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   {
    "text": "To keep the reader in so sweet a place,",
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   {
    "text": "So that he here and there full-hearted stops;",
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   {
    "text": "And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops",
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   {
    "text": "Come cool and suddenly against his face,",
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   {
    "text": "And, by the wandering melody, may trace",
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   {
    "text": "Which way the tender-legged linnet hops.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Oh! what a power has white simplicity!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "What mighty power has this gentle story!",
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   {
    "text": "I, that do ever feel athirst for glory,",
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   {
    "text": "Could at this moment be content to lie",
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   {
    "text": "Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings",
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   {
    "text": "Were heard of none beside the mournful robins.",
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