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 "title": "Haworth Churchyard",
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 "subtitle": "April, 1855",
 "poet": "Matthew Arnold",
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  "venue": "Poems (1877)",
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    "text": "Where, under Loughrigg, the stream",
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    "text": "Of Rotha sparkles, the fields",
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    "text": "Are green, in the house of one",
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    "text": "Friendly and gentle, now dead,",
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    "text": "Wordsworth’s son-in-law, friend⁠—",
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    "text": "Four years since, on a mark’d",
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    "text": "Evening, a meeting I saw.",
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    "text": "Two friends met there, two fam’d",
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    "text": "Gifted women. The one,",
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    "text": "Brilliant with recent renown,",
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    "text": "Young, unpractis’d, had told",
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    "text": "With a Master’s accent her feign’d",
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    "text": "Story of passionate life:",
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    "text": "The other, maturer in fame,",
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    "text": "Earning, she too, her praise",
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    "text": "First in Fiction, had since",
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    "text": "Widen’d her sweep, and survey’d",
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    "text": "History, Politics, Mind.",
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   {
    "text": "The two held converse: they wrote",
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    "text": "In a book which of glorious souls",
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    "text": "Held memorial: Bard,",
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   {
    "text": "Warrior, Statesman, had left",
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   {
    "text": "Their names:⁠—chief treasure of all,",
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    "text": "Scott had bestow’d there his last",
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    "text": "Breathings of song, with a pen",
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    "text": "Tottering, a death-stricken hand.",
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    "text": "I beheld; the obscure",
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    "text": "Saw the famous. Alas!",
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    "text": "Years in number, it seem’d,",
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    "text": "Lay before both, and a fame",
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    "text": "Heighten’d, and multiplied power.",
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    "text": "Behold! The elder, to-day,",
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    "text": "Lies expecting from Death,",
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    "text": "In mortal weakness, a last",
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    "text": "Summons: the younger is dead!",
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    "text": "First to the living we pay",
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   {
    "text": "Mournful homage: the Muse",
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    "text": "Gains not an earth-deafen’d ear.",
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    "text": "Hail to the steadfast soul,",
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    "text": "Which, unflinching and keen,",
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    "text": "Wrought to erase from its depth",
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    "text": "Mist, and illusion, and fear!",
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    "text": "Hail to the spirit which dar’d",
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    "text": "Trust its own thoughts, before yet",
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    "text": "Echoed her back by the crowd!",
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    "text": "Hail to the courage which gave",
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    "text": "Voice to its creed, ere the creed",
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   {
    "text": "Won consecration from Time!",
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    "text": "Turn, O Death, on the vile,",
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    "text": "Turn on the foolish the stroke",
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   {
    "text": "Hanging now o’er a head",
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   {
    "text": "Active, beneficent, pure!",
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   {
    "text": "But, if the prayer be in vain⁠—",
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    "text": "But, if the stroke must fall⁠—",
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    "text": "Her, whom we cannot save,",
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    "text": "What might we say to console?",
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    "text": "She will not see her country lose",
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    "text": "Its greatness, nor the reign of fools prolong’d.",
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    "text": "She will behold no more",
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    "text": "This ignominious spectacle,",
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    "text": "Power dropping from the hand",
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    "text": "Of paralytic factions, and no soul",
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    "text": "To snatch and wield it: will not see",
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    "text": "Her fellow people sit",
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    "text": "Helplessly gazing on their own decline.",
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   {
    "text": "Myrtle and rose fit the young,",
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   {
    "text": "Laurel and oak the mature.",
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   {
    "text": "Private affections, for these,",
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   {
    "text": "Have run their circle, and left",
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   {
    "text": "Space for things far from themselves,",
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   {
    "text": "Thoughts of the general weal,",
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   {
    "text": "Country, and public cares:",
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   {
    "text": "Public cares, which move",
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    "text": "Seldom and faitly the depth",
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    "text": "Of younger passionate souls",
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    "text": "Plung’d in themselves, who demand",
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    "text": "Only to live by the heart,",
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    "text": "Only to love and be lov’d.",
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    "text": "How shall we honour the young,",
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   {
    "text": "The ardent, the gifted? how mourn?",
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   {
    "text": "Console we cannot; her ear",
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    "text": "Is deaf. Far northward from here,",
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    "text": "In a churchyard high mid the moors",
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   {
    "text": "Of Yorkshire, a little earth",
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   {
    "text": "Stops it for ever to praise.",
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    "text": "Where, behind Keighley, the road",
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    "text": "Up to the heart of the moors",
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   {
    "text": "Between heath-clad showery hills",
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   {
    "text": "Runs, and colliers’ carts",
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   {
    "text": "Poach the deep ways coming down,",
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   {
    "text": "And a rough, grimed race have their homes⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "There on its slope is built",
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   {
    "text": "The moorland town. But the church",
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   {
    "text": "Stands on the crest of the hill,",
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    "text": "Lonely and bleak; at its side",
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    "text": "The parsonage-house and the graves.",
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    "text": "See! in the desolate house",
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   {
    "text": "The childless father! Alas⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Age, whom the most of us chide,",
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   {
    "text": "Chide, and put back, and delay⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Come, unupbraided for once!",
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   {
    "text": "Lay thy benumbing hand,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Gratefully cold, on this brow!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Shut out the grief, the despair!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Weaken the sense of his loss!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Deaden the infinite pain!",
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    "text": "Another grief I see,",
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   {
    "text": "Younger: but this the Muse,",
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   {
    "text": "In pity and silent awe",
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   {
    "text": "Revering what she cannot soothe,",
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   {
    "text": "Whith veil’ face and bow’d head,",
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   {
    "text": "Salutes, and passes by.",
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    "text": "Strew with roses the grave",
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   {
    "text": "Of the early-dying. Alas!",
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   {
    "text": "Early she goes on the path",
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   {
    "text": "To the Silent Country, and leaves",
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   {
    "text": "Half her laurels unwon,",
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   {
    "text": "Dying too soon: yet green",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Laurels she had, and a course",
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   {
    "text": "Short, but redoubled by Fame.",
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    "text": "For him who must live many years",
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   {
    "text": "That life is best which slips away",
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   {
    "text": "Out of the light, and mutely; which avoids",
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   {
    "text": "Fame, and her less-fair followers, Envy, Strife,",
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   {
    "text": "Stupid Detraction, Jealousy, Cabal,",
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   {
    "text": "Insincere Prasies:⁠—which descends",
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   {
    "text": "The mossy quiet track to Age.",
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   {
    "text": "But, when immature Death",
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   {
    "text": "Beckons too early the guest",
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   {
    "text": "From the half-tried Banquet of Life,",
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   {
    "text": "Young, in the bloom of his days;",
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   {
    "text": "Leaves no leisure to press,",
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   {
    "text": "Slow and surely, the sweet",
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   {
    "text": "Of a tranquil life in the shade⁠—",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Fuller for him be the hours!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Give him emothion, through pain!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Let him life, let him feel, I have liv’d.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Heap up his moments with life!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Quicken his pulses with Fame!",
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   {
    "text": "And not friendless, nor yet",
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   {
    "text": "Only with strangers to meet,",
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   {
    "text": "Faces ungreeting and cold,",
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   {
    "text": "Thou, O Mourn’d One, to-day",
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   {
    "text": "Enterest the House of the Grave.",
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   {
    "text": "Those of thy blood, whom thou lov’dst,",
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   {
    "text": "Have preceded thee; young,",
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   {
    "text": "Loving, a sisterly band:",
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   {
    "text": "Some in gift, some in art",
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   {
    "text": "Inferior; all in fame.",
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   {
    "text": "They, like friends, shall receive",
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   {
    "text": "This comer, greet her with joy;",
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   {
    "text": "Welcome the Sister, the Friend;",
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   {
    "text": "Hear with delight of thy fame.",
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    "text": "Round thee they lie; the grass",
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   {
    "text": "Blows from their graves toward thine.",
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   {
    "text": "She, whose genius, though not",
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   {
    "text": "Puissant like thine, was yet",
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   {
    "text": "Sweet and graceful: and She⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "(How shall I sing her?)⁠—whose soul",
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   {
    "text": "Knew no fellow for might,",
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    "text": "Passion, vehemence, grief,",
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   {
    "text": "Daring, since Byron died,",
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   {
    "text": "That world-fam’d Son of Fire; She, who sank",
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   {
    "text": "Baffled, unknown, self-consum’d;",
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    "text": "Whose too bold dying song",
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    "text": "Shook, like a clarion-blast, my soul.",
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   {
    "text": "Of one too I have heard,",
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   {
    "text": "A Brother⁠—sleeps he here?⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Of all his gifted race",
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   {
    "text": "Not the least gifted; young,",
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    "text": "Unhappy, beautiful; the cause",
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   {
    "text": "Of many hopes, of many tears.",
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   {
    "text": "O Boy, if here thou sleep’st, sleep well!",
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   {
    "text": "On thee too did the Muse",
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   {
    "text": "Bright in thy cradle smile:",
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   {
    "text": "But some dark Shadow came",
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   {
    "text": "(I know not what) and interpos’d.",
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    "text": "Sleep, O cluster of friends,",
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   {
    "text": "Sleep! or only, when May,",
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    "text": "Brought by the West Wind, returns",
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   {
    "text": "Back to your native heaths,",
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    "text": "And the plover is heard on the moors,",
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   {
    "text": "Yearly awake, to behold",
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    "text": "The opening summer, the sky,",
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    "text": "The shining moorland; to hear",
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   {
    "text": "The drowsy bee, as of old,",
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   {
    "text": "Hum o’er the thyme, the grouse",
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    "text": "Call from the heather in bloom.",
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    "text": "Sleep: or only for this",
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   {
    "text": "Break your united repose.",
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