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    "text": "What made my heart, at Newstead, fullest swell?⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "’Twas not the thought of Byron, of his cry",
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   {
    "text": "Stormily sweet, his Titan agony;",
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   {
    "text": "It was the sight of that Lord Arundel",
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    "text": "Who struck, in heat, the child he loved so well,",
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    "text": "And his child’s reason flicker’d, and did die.",
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    "text": "Painted (he will’d it) in the gallery",
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    "text": "They hang; the picture doth the story tell.",
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   {
    "text": "Behold the stern, mail’d father, staff in hand!",
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    "text": "The little fair-hair’d son, with vacant gaze,",
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    "text": "Where no more lights of sense or knowledge are!",
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    "text": "Methinks the woe, which made that father stand",
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    "text": "Baring his dumb remorse to future days,",
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    "text": "Was woe than Byron’s woe more tragic far.",
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