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 "title": "Resignation",
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 "subtitle": "To Fausta",
 "poet": "Matthew Arnold",
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    "text": "To die be given us, or attain!",
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   {
    "text": "Fierce work it were, to do again.",
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   {
    "text": "So pilgrims, bound for Mecca, pray’d",
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    "text": "At burning noon: so warriors said,",
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   {
    "text": "Scarf’d with the cross, who watch’d the miles",
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    "text": "Of dust which wreath’d their struggling files",
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    "text": "Down Lydian mountains: so, when snows",
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   {
    "text": "Round Alpine summits eddying rose,",
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   {
    "text": "The Goth, bound Rome-wards: so the Hun,",
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    "text": "Crouch’d on his saddle, while the sun",
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    "text": "Went lurid down o’er flooded plains",
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    "text": "Through which the groaning Danube strains",
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    "text": "To the drear Euxine: so pray all,",
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    "text": "Whom labours, self-ordain’d, enthrall;",
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    "text": "Because they to themselves propose",
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    "text": "On this side the all-common close",
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    "text": "A goal which, gain’d, may give repose.",
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    "text": "So pray they: and to stand again",
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   {
    "text": "Where they stood once, to them were pain;",
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    "text": "Pain to thread back and to renew",
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    "text": "Past straits, and currents long steer’d through.",
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    "text": "But milder natures, and more free;",
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    "text": "Whom an unblam’d serenity",
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    "text": "Hath freed from passions, and the state",
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    "text": "Of struggle these necessitate;",
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    "text": "Whom schooling of the stubborn mind",
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    "text": "Hath made, or birth hath found, resign’d;",
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    "text": "These mourn not, that their goings pay",
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    "text": "Obedience to the passing day:",
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    "text": "These claim not every laughing Hour",
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    "text": "For handmaid to their striding power;",
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    "text": "Each in her turn, with torch uprear’d,",
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    "text": "To await their march; and when appear’d,",
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    "text": "Through the cold gloom, with measur’d race,",
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    "text": "To usher for a destin’d space",
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    "text": "(Her own sweet errands all foregone)",
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    "text": "The too imperious Traveller on.",
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    "text": "These, Fausta, ask not this: nor thou,",
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    "text": "Time’s chafing prisoner, ask it now.",
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    "text": "We left, just ten years since, you say,",
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    "text": "That wayside inn we left to-day:",
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    "text": "Our jovial host, as forth we fare,",
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    "text": "Shouts greeting from his easy chair;",
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   {
    "text": "High on a bank our leader stands,",
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    "text": "Reviews and ranks his motley bands;",
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    "text": "Makes clear our goal to every eye,",
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    "text": "The valley’s western boundary.",
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    "text": "A gate swings to: our tide hath flow’d",
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    "text": "Already from the silent road.",
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    "text": "The valley pastures, one by one,",
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    "text": "Are threaded, quiet in the sun:",
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    "text": "And now beyond the rude stone bridge",
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    "text": "Slopes gracious up the western ridge.",
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    "text": "Its woody border, and the last",
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    "text": "Of its dark upland farms is past;",
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    "text": "Cool farms, with open-lying stores,",
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    "text": "Under their burnish’d sycamores;",
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    "text": "All past: and through the trees we glide",
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   {
    "text": "Emerging on the green hill-side.",
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   {
    "text": "There climbing hangs, a far-seen sign,",
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   {
    "text": "Our wavering, many-colour’d line;",
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   {
    "text": "There winds, upstreaming slowly still",
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   {
    "text": "Over the summit of the hill.",
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   {
    "text": "And now, in front, behold outspread",
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   {
    "text": "Those upper regions we must tread;",
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   {
    "text": "Mild hollows, and clear heathy swells,",
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   {
    "text": "The cheerful silence of the fells.",
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   {
    "text": "Some two hours’ march, with serious air,",
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   {
    "text": "Through the deep noontide heats we fare:",
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   {
    "text": "The red-grouse, springing at our sound,",
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   {
    "text": "Skims, now and then, the shining ground;",
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   {
    "text": "No life, save his and ours, intrudes",
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   {
    "text": "Upon these breathless solitudes.",
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   {
    "text": "O joy! again the farms appear.",
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   {
    "text": "Cool shade is there, and rustic cheer:",
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   {
    "text": "There springs the brook will guide us down,",
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   {
    "text": "Bright comrade, to the noisy town.",
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   {
    "text": "Lingering, we follow down: we gain",
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   {
    "text": "The town, the highway, and the plain.",
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   {
    "text": "And many a mile of dusty way,",
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   {
    "text": "Parch’d and road-worn, we made that day;",
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   {
    "text": "But, Fausta, I remember well,",
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   {
    "text": "That, as the balmy darkness fell",
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   {
    "text": "We bath’d our hands, with speechless glee,",
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   {
    "text": "That night, in the wide-glimmering Sea.",
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    "text": "Once more we tread this self-same road,",
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   {
    "text": "Fausta, which ten years since we trod:",
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   {
    "text": "Alone we tread it, you and I;",
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   {
    "text": "Ghosts of that boisterous company.",
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   {
    "text": "Here, where the brook shines, near its head,",
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   {
    "text": "In its clear, shallow, turf-fring’d bed;",
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   {
    "text": "Here, whence the eye first sees, far down,",
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   {
    "text": "Capp’d with faint smoke, the noisy town;",
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   {
    "text": "Here sit we, and again unroll,",
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   {
    "text": "Though slowly, the familiar whole.",
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   {
    "text": "The solemn wastes of heathy hill",
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   {
    "text": "Sleep in the July sunshine still:",
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   {
    "text": "The self-same shadows now, as then,",
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   {
    "text": "Play through this grassy upland glen:",
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   {
    "text": "The loose dark stones on the green way",
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   {
    "text": "Lie strewn, it seems, where then they lay:",
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   {
    "text": "On this mild bank above the stream,",
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   {
    "text": "(You crush them) the blue gentians gleam.",
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   {
    "text": "Still this wild brook, the rushes cool,",
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    "text": "The sailing foam, the shining pool.⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "These are not chang’d: and we, you say,",
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   {
    "text": "Are scarce more chang’d, in truth, than they.",
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    "text": "The Gipsies, whom we met below,",
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   {
    "text": "They too have long roam’d to and fro.",
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   {
    "text": "They ramble, leaving, where they pass,",
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   {
    "text": "Their fragments on the cumber’d grass.",
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   {
    "text": "And often to some kindly place,",
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   {
    "text": "Chance guides the migratory race",
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   {
    "text": "Where, though long wanderings intervene,",
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   {
    "text": "They recognise a former scene.",
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   {
    "text": "The dingy tents are pitch’d: the fires",
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   {
    "text": "Give to the wind their wavering spires;",
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   {
    "text": "In dark knots crouch round the wild flame",
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   {
    "text": "Their children, as when first they came;",
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   {
    "text": "They see their shackled beasts again",
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    "text": "Move, browsing, up the gray-wall’d lane.",
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   {
    "text": "Signs are not wanting, which might raise",
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   {
    "text": "The ghost in them of former days:",
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    "text": "Signs are not wanting, if they would;",
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   {
    "text": "Suggestions to disquietude.",
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   {
    "text": "For them, for all, Time’s busy touch,",
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   {
    "text": "While it mends little, troubles much:",
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   {
    "text": "Their joints grow stiffer; but the year",
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   {
    "text": "Runs his old round of dubious cheer:",
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   {
    "text": "Chilly they grow; yet winds in March,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Still, sharp as ever, freeze and parch:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "They must live still; and yet, God knows,",
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   {
    "text": "Crowded and keen the country grows:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It seems as if, in their decay,",
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   {
    "text": "The Law grew stronger every day.",
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   {
    "text": "So might they reason; so compare,",
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   {
    "text": "Fausta, times past with times that are.",
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   {
    "text": "But no:⁠—they rubb’d through yesterday",
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   {
    "text": "In their hereditary way;",
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   {
    "text": "And they will rub through, if they can,",
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   {
    "text": "To-morrow on the self-same plan;",
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   {
    "text": "Till death arrive to supersede,",
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   {
    "text": "For them, vicissitude and need.",
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    "text": "The Poet, to whose mighty heart",
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   {
    "text": "Heaven doth a quicker pulse impart,",
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   {
    "text": "Subdues that energy to scan",
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    "text": "Not his own course, but that of Man.",
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   {
    "text": "Though he move mountains; though his day",
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   {
    "text": "Be pass’d on the proud heights of sway;",
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   {
    "text": "Though he hath loos’d a thousand chains;",
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   {
    "text": "Though he hath borne immortal pains;",
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   {
    "text": "Action and suffering though he know;",
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   {
    "text": "—He hath not liv’d, if he lives so.",
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   {
    "text": "He sees, in some great-historied land,",
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   {
    "text": "A ruler of the people stand;",
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   {
    "text": "Sees his strong thought in fiery flood",
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   {
    "text": "Roll through the heaving multitude;",
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    "text": "Exults: yet for no moment’s space",
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   {
    "text": "Envies the all-regarded place.",
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   {
    "text": "Beautiful eyes meet his; and he",
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   {
    "text": "Bears to admire uncravingly:",
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   {
    "text": "They pass; he, mingled with the crowd,",
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   {
    "text": "Is in their far-off triumphs proud.",
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   {
    "text": "From some high station he looks down,",
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   {
    "text": "At sunset, on a populous town;",
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   {
    "text": "Surveys each happy group, which fleets,",
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   {
    "text": "Toil ended, through the shining streets,",
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   {
    "text": "Each with some errand of its own;⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "And does not say, I am alone.",
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   {
    "text": "He sees the gentle stir of birth",
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   {
    "text": "When Morning purifies the earth;",
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   {
    "text": "He leans upon a gate, and sees",
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    "text": "The pastures, and the quiet trees.",
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   {
    "text": "Low, woody hill, with gracious bound,",
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   {
    "text": "Folds the still valley almost round;",
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   {
    "text": "The cuckoo, loud on some high lawn,",
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   {
    "text": "Is answer’d from the depth of dawn;",
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   {
    "text": "In the hedge straggling to the stream,",
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    "text": "Pale, dew-drench’d, half-shut roses gleam:",
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    "text": "But where the farther side slopes down",
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    "text": "He sees the drowsy new-wak’d clown",
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    "text": "In his white quaint-embroider’d frock",
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    "text": "Make, whistling, towards his mist-wreath’d flock;",
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    "text": "Slowly, behind his heavy tread,",
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   {
    "text": "The wet, flower’d grass heaves up its head.⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Lean’d on his gate, he gazes: tears",
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   {
    "text": "Are in his eyes, and in his ears",
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   {
    "text": "The murmur of a thousand years:",
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    "text": "Before him he sees Life unroll,",
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    "text": "A placid and continuous whole;",
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    "text": "That general Life, which does not cease,",
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    "text": "Whose secret is not joy, but peace;",
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    "text": "That Life, whose dumb wish is not miss’d",
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    "text": "If birth proceeds, if things subsist;",
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    "text": "The Life of plants, and stones, and rain:",
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    "text": "The Life he craves; if not in vain",
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   {
    "text": "Fate gave, what Chance shall not control,",
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   {
    "text": "His sad lucidity of soul.",
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    "text": "You listen:⁠—but that wandering smile,",
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   {
    "text": "Fausta, betrays you cold the while.",
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   {
    "text": "Your eyes pursue the bells of foam",
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   {
    "text": "Wash’d, eddying, from this bank, their home.",
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   {
    "text": "Those Gipsies, so your thoughts I scan,",
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   {
    "text": "Are less, the Poet more, than man.",
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   {
    "text": "They feel not, though they move and see:",
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   {
    "text": "Deeply the Poet feels; but he",
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   {
    "text": "Breathes, when he will, immortal air,",
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   {
    "text": "Where Orpheus and where Homer are.",
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   {
    "text": "In the day’s life, whose iron round",
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   {
    "text": "Hems us all in, he is not bound.",
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   {
    "text": "He leaves his kind, o’erleaps their pen,",
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   {
    "text": "And flees the common life of men.",
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   {
    "text": "He escapes thence, but we abide.",
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   {
    "text": "Not deep the Poet sees, but wide.",
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    "text": "The World in which we live and move",
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    "text": "Outlasts aversion, outlasts love:",
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   {
    "text": "Outlasts each effort, interest, hope,",
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   {
    "text": "Remorse, grief, joy:⁠—and were the scope",
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   {
    "text": "Of these affections wider made,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Man still would see, and see dismay’d,",
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   {
    "text": "Beyond his passion’s widest range,",
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   {
    "text": "Far regions of eternal change.",
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   {
    "text": "Nay, and since death, which wipes out man,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Finds him with many an unsolv’d plan,",
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   {
    "text": "With much unknown, and much untried,",
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   {
    "text": "Wonder not dead, and thirst not dried,",
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   {
    "text": "Still gazing on the ever full",
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   {
    "text": "Eternal mundane spectacle;",
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   {
    "text": "This World in which we draw our breath,",
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   {
    "text": "In some sense, Fausta, outlasts death.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "Blame thou not therefore him, who dares",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Judge vain beforehand human cares.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Whose natural insight can discern",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "What through experience others learn.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Who needs not love and power, to know",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Love transient, power an unreal show.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Who treads at ease life’s uncheer’d ways:⁠—",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Him blame not, Fausta, rather praise.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Rather thyself for some aim pray",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Nobler than this⁠—to fill the day.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Rather, that heart, which burns in thee,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Ask, not to amuse, but to set free.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Be passionate hopes not ill resign’d",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For quiet, and a fearless mind.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And though Fate grudge to thee and me",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The Poet’s rapt security,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Yet they, believe me, who await",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "No gifts from Chance, have conquer’d Fate.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "They, winning room to see and hear,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And to men’s business not too near,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Through clouds of individual strife",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Draw homewards to the general Life.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Like leaves by suns not yet uncurl’d;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To the wise, foolish; to the world,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Weak: yet not weak, I might reply,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Not foolish, Fausta, in His eye,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To whom each moment in its race,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Crowd as we will its neutral space,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Is but a quiet watershed",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Whence, equally, the Seas of Life and Death are fed.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Enough, we live:⁠—and if a life,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "With large results so little rife,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Though bearable, seem hardly worth",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "This pomp of worlds, this pain of birth;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Yet, Fausta, the mute turf we tread,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The solemn hills around us spread,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "This stream which falls incessantly,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The strange-scrawl’d rocks, the lonely sky,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "If I might lend their life a voice,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Seem to bear rather than rejoice.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And even could the intemperate prayer",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Man iterates, while these forbear,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For movement, for an ampler sphere,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Pierce Fate’s impenetrable ear;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Not milder is the general lot",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Because our spirits have forgot,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In action’s dizzying eddy whirl’d,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The something that infects the world.",
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   }
  ]
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  {
   "id": "dedication-already-subtitle",
   "kind": "defect",
   "raised": "2026-08-19",
   "what": "defects.py sections flags this record on TO FAUSTA and RESIGNATION from the 1922 Oxford Poems. To Fausta is already subtitle. Gutenberg 27739 contents list Resignation as one poem.",
   "consequence": "Left as one poem. The flag list is not the split list.",
   "to_settle": "Nothing on the verse.",
   "checked_against": [
    "https://archive.org/details/poemsofmatthewar00arnouoft",
    "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/27739"
   ]
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