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 "title": "The Grace of Keats",
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 "poet": "Maria Lowell",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "The Poems of Maria Lowell",
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  "year": 1907,
  "venue": "The Poems of Maria Lowell (1907)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "level": "structural-only",
  "last_checked": "2026-08-20"
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    "text": "But one rude stone for him whose song",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Revived the Grecian’s plastic ease,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Till men and maidens danced along",
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    "text": "In youth perpetual on his frieze!",
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   {
    "text": "Where lies that mould of senses fine",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Men knew as Keats awhile ago,",
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   {
    "text": "We cannot trace a single sign",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of all that made his joy below.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "There are no trees to talk of him",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Who knew their hushes and their swells,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Where myriad leaves in forest dim",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Build up their cloudy citadels.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "No mystic-signaled passion-flowers",
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   {
    "text": "Spread their flat discs, while buds more fair",
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   {
    "text": "Swing like great bells, in frail green towers,",
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   {
    "text": "To toll away the summer air.",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "O Mother Earth! thy sides he bound",
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   },
   {
    "text": "With far-off Venus’ warmer zone,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "With statelier sons thy landscape crowned,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Whose chiming voices matched thine own!",
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  [
   {
    "text": "O Mother Earth, what hast thou brought",
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   {
    "text": "This tender frame that loved thee well?",
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   {
    "text": "Harsh grass and weeds alone are wrought",
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   {
    "text": "On his low grave’s uneven swell.",
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