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    "text": "Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill;",
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    "text": "Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes:",
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    "text": "No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,",
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    "text": "Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,",
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    "text": "Nor the cropp’d herbage shoot another head.",
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    "text": "But when the fields are still,",
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    "text": "And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest,",
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    "text": "And only the white sheep are sometimes seen",
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    "text": "Cross and recross the strips of moon-blanch’d green,",
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    "text": "Come, Shepherd, and again renew the quest.",
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    "text": "Here, where the reaper was at work of late,",
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    "text": "In this high field’s dark corner, where he leaves",
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    "text": "His coat, his basket, and his earthen cruse,",
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    "text": "And in the sun all morning binds the sheaves,",
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    "text": "Then here, at noon, comes back his stores to use;",
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    "text": "Here will I sit and wait,",
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    "text": "While to my ear from uplands far away",
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    "text": "The bleating of the folded flocks is borne,",
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    "text": "With distant cries of reapers in the corn⁠—",
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    "text": "All the live murmur of a summer’s day.",
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    "text": "Screen’d is this nook o’er the high, half-reap’d field,",
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    "text": "And here till sun-down, Shepherd, will I be.",
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    "text": "Through the thick corn the scarlet poppies peep,",
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    "text": "And round green roots and yellowing stalks I see",
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    "text": "Pale pink convolvulus in tendrils creep:",
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    "text": "And air-swept lindens yield",
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    "text": "Their scent, and rustle down their perfum’d showers",
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    "text": "Of bloom on the bent grass where I am laid,",
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    "text": "And bower me from the August sun with shade;",
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    "text": "And the eye travels down to Oxford’s tower:",
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    "text": "And near me on the grass lies Glanvil’s book⁠—",
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    "text": "Come, let me read the oft-read tale again,",
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    "text": "The story of the Oxford scholar poor",
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    "text": "Of pregnant parts and quick inventive brain,",
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    "text": "Who, tir’d of knocking at Preferment’s door,",
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    "text": "One summer morn forsook",
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    "text": "His friends, and went to learn the Gipsy lore,",
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    "text": "And roam’d the world with that wild brotherhood,",
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    "text": "And came, as most men deem’d, to little good,",
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    "text": "But came to Oxford and his friends no more.",
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    "text": "But once, years after, in the country lanes,",
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    "text": "Two scholars whom at college erst he knew",
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    "text": "Met him, and of his way of life inquir’d.",
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    "text": "Whereat he answer’d, that the Gipsy crew,",
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    "text": "His mates, had arts to rule as they desir’d",
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    "text": "The workings of men’s brains;",
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    "text": "And they can bind them to what thoughts they will:",
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    "text": "“And I,” he said, “the secret of their art,",
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    "text": "When fully learn’d, will to the world impart:",
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    "text": "But it needs heaven-sent moments for this skill.”",
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    "text": "This said, he left them, and return’d no more,",
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    "text": "But rumours hung about the country side",
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    "text": "That the lost Scholar long was seen to stray,",
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    "text": "Seen by rare glimpses, pensive and tongue-tied,",
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    "text": "In hat of antique shape, and cloak of grey,",
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    "text": "The same the Gipsies wore.",
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    "text": "Shepherds had met him on the Hurst in spring;",
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    "text": "At some lone alehouse in the Berkshire moors,",
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    "text": "On the warm ingle bench, the smock-frock’d boors",
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    "text": "Had found him seated at their entering,",
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    "text": "But, mid their drink and clatter, he would fly:",
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    "text": "And I myself seem half to know thy looks,",
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    "text": "And put the shepherds, Wanderer, on thy trace;",
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    "text": "And boys who in lone wheatfields scare the rooks",
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    "text": "I ask if thou hast pass’d their quiet place;",
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    "text": "Or in my boat I lie",
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    "text": "Moor’d to the cool bank in the summer heats,",
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    "text": "Mid wide grass meadows which the sunshine fills,",
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    "text": "And watch the warm green-muffled Cumner hills,",
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    "text": "And wonder if thou haunt’st their shy retreats.",
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    "text": "For most, I know, thou lov’st retired ground.",
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    "text": "Thee, at the ferry, Oxford riders blithe,",
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    "text": "Returning home on summer nights, have met",
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    "text": "Crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hithe,",
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    "text": "Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet,",
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    "text": "As the slow punt swings round:",
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    "text": "And leaning backward in a pensive dream,",
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    "text": "And fostering in thy lap a heap of flowers",
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    "text": "Pluck’d in shy fields and distant Wychwood bowers,",
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    "text": "And thine eyes resting on the moonlit stream:",
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    "text": "And then they land, and thou art seen no more.",
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    "text": "Maidens who from the distant hamlets come",
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    "text": "To dance around the Fyfield elm in May,",
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    "text": "Oft through the darkening fields have seen thee roam,",
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    "text": "Or cross a stile into the public way.",
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    "text": "Oft thou hast given them store",
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    "text": "Of flowers⁠—the frail-leaf’d, white anemone⁠—",
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    "text": "Dark bluebells drench’d with dews of summer eves⁠—",
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    "text": "And purple orchises with spotted leaves⁠—",
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    "text": "But none hath words she can report of thee.",
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    "text": "And, above Godstow Bridge, when hay-time’s here",
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    "text": "In June, and many a scythe in sunshine flames,",
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    "text": "Men who through those wide fields of breezy grass",
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    "text": "Where black-wing’d swallows haunt the glittering Thames,",
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    "text": "To bathe in the abandon’d lasher pass,",
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    "text": "Have often pass’d thee near",
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    "text": "Sitting upon the river bank o’ergrown:",
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    "text": "Mark’d thine outlandish garb, thy figure spare,",
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    "text": "Thy dark vague eyes, and soft abstracted air;",
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    "text": "But, when they came from bathing, thou wert gone.",
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    "text": "At some lone homestead in the Cumner hills,",
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    "text": "Where at her open door the housewife darns,",
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    "text": "Thou hast been seen, or hanging on a gate",
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    "text": "To watch the threshers in the mossy barns.",
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    "text": "Children, who early range these slopes and late",
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    "text": "For cresses from the rills,",
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    "text": "Have known thee eying, all an April day,",
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    "text": "The springing pastures and the feeding kine;",
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    "text": "And mark’d thee, when the stars come out and shine,",
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    "text": "Through the long dewy grass move slow away.",
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    "text": "In Autumn, on the skirts of Bagley Wood,",
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    "text": "Where most the Gipsies by the turf-edg’d way",
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    "text": "Pitch their smok’d tents, and every bush you see",
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    "text": "With scarlet patches tagg’d and shreds of grey,",
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    "text": "Above the forest ground call’d Thessaly⁠—",
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    "text": "The blackbird picking food",
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    "text": "Sees thee, nor stops his meal, nor fears at all;",
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    "text": "So often has he known thee past him stray",
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    "text": "Rapt, twirling in thy hand a wither’d spray,",
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    "text": "And waiting for the spark from Heaven to fall.",
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    "text": "And once, in winter, on the causeway chill",
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    "text": "Where home through flooded fields foot-travellers go,",
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    "text": "Have I not pass’d thee on the wooden bridge",
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    "text": "Wrapt in thy cloak and battling with the snow,",
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    "text": "Thy face towards Hinksey and its wintry ridge?",
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    "text": "And thou hast climb’d the hill",
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    "text": "And gain’d the white brow of the Cumner range,",
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    "text": "Turn’d once to watch, while thick the snowflakes fall,",
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    "text": "The line of festal light in Christ-Church hall⁠—",
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    "text": "Then sought thy straw in some sequester’d grange.",
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    "text": "But what⁠—I dream! Two hundred years are flown",
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    "text": "Since first thy story ran through Oxford halls,",
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    "text": "And the grave Glanvil did the tale inscribe",
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    "text": "That thou wert wander’d from the studious walls",
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    "text": "To learn strange arts, and join a Gipsy tribe:",
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    "text": "And thou from earth art gone",
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    "text": "Long since, and in some quiet churchyard laid;",
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    "text": "Some country nook, where o’er thy unknown grave",
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    "text": "Tall grasses and white flowering nettles wave,",
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    "text": "Under a dark red-fruited yew-tree’s shade.",
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    "text": "—No, no, thou hast not felt the lapse of hours.",
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    "text": "For what wears out the life of mortal men?",
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   {
    "text": "’Tis that from change to change their being rolls:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "’Tis that repeated shocks, again, again,",
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    "text": "Exhaust the energy of strongest souls,",
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    "text": "And numb the elastic powers.",
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    "text": "Till having us’d our nerves with bliss and teen,",
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   {
    "text": "And tir’d upon a thousand schemes our wit,",
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   {
    "text": "To the just-pausing Genius we remit",
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    "text": "Our worn-out life, and are⁠—what we have been.",
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   {
    "text": "Thou hast not liv’d, why should’st thou perish, so?",
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   {
    "text": "Thou hadst one aim, one business, one desire:",
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   {
    "text": "Else wert thou long since number’d with the dead⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Else hadst thou spent, like other men, thy fire.",
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   {
    "text": "The generations of thy peers are fled,",
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   {
    "text": "And we ourselves shall go;",
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   {
    "text": "But thou possessest an immortal lot,",
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    "text": "And we imagine thee exempt from age",
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   {
    "text": "And living as thou liv’st on Glanvil’s page,",
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    "text": "Because thou hadst⁠—what we, alas, have not!",
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    "text": "For early didst thou leave the world, with powers",
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    "text": "Fresh, undiverted to the world without,",
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    "text": "Firm to their mark, not spent on other things;",
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    "text": "Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt,",
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    "text": "Which much to have tried, in much been baffled, brings.",
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    "text": "O Life unlike to ours!",
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   {
    "text": "Who fluctuate idly without term or scope,",
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   {
    "text": "Of whom each strives, nor knows for what he strives,",
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   {
    "text": "And each half lives a hundred different lives;",
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    "text": "Who wait like thee, but not, like thee, in hope.",
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    "text": "Thou waitest for the spark from Heaven: and we,",
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   {
    "text": "Vague half-believers of our casual creeds,",
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   {
    "text": "Who never deeply felt, nor clearly will’d,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds,",
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   {
    "text": "Whose weak resolves never have been fulfill’d;",
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   {
    "text": "For whom each year we see",
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   {
    "text": "Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new;",
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   {
    "text": "Who hesitate and falter life away,",
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   {
    "text": "And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Ah, do not we, Wanderer, await it too?",
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   {
    "text": "Yes, we await it, but it still delays,",
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   {
    "text": "And then we suffer; and amongst us One,",
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   {
    "text": "Who most has suffer’d, takes dejectedly",
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    "text": "His seat upon the intellectual throne;",
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    "text": "And all his store of sad experience he",
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    "text": "Lays bare of wretched days;",
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   {
    "text": "Tells us his misery’s birth and growth and signs,",
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   {
    "text": "And how the dying spark of hope was fed,",
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   {
    "text": "And how the breast was sooth’d, and how the head,",
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    "text": "And all his hourly varied anodynes.",
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    "text": "This for our wisest: and we others pine,",
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   {
    "text": "And wish the long unhappy dream would end,",
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   {
    "text": "And waive all claim to bliss, and try to bear;",
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   {
    "text": "With close-lipp’d Patience for our only friend,",
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   {
    "text": "Sad Patience, too near neighbour to Despair:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But none has hope like thine.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Thou through the fields and through the woods dost stray,",
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   {
    "text": "Roaming the country side, a truant boy,",
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   {
    "text": "Nursing thy project in unclouded joy,",
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   {
    "text": "And every doubt long blown by time away.",
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   {
    "text": "O born in days when wits were fresh and clear,",
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   {
    "text": "And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames;",
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   {
    "text": "Before this strange disease of modern life,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "With its sick hurry, its divided aims,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Its heads o’ertax’d, its palsied hearts, was rife⁠—",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Fly hence, our contact fear!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Still fly, plunge deeper in the bowering wood!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Averse, as Dido did with gesture stern",
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   },
   {
    "text": "From her false friend’s approach in Hades turn,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Wave us away, and keep thy solitude.",
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   {
    "text": "Still nursing the unconquerable hope,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Still clutching the inviolable shade,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "With a free onward impulse brushing through,",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "By night, the silver’d branches of the glade⁠—",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Far on the forest skirts, where none pursue,",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "On some mild pastoral slope",
    "indent": 3
   },
   {
    "text": "Emerge, and resting on the moonlit pales,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Freshen thy flowers, as in former years,",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "With dew, or listen with enchanted ears,",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "From the dark dingles, to the nightingales.",
    "indent": 3
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "But fly our paths, our feverish contact fly!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For strong the infection of our mental strife,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Which, though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for rest;",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "And we should win thee from thy own fair life,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Like us distracted, and like us unblest.",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "Soon, soon thy cheer would die,",
    "indent": 3
   },
   {
    "text": "Thy hopes grow timorous, and unfix’d thy powers,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And thy clear aims be cross and shifting made:",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "And then thy glad perennial youth would fade,",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "Fade, and grow old at last, and die like ours.",
    "indent": 3
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Then fly our greetings, fly our speech and smiles!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "—As some grave Tyrian trader, from the sea,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Descried at sunrise an emerging prow",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "Lifting the cool-hair’d creepers stealthily,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The fringes of a southward-facing brow",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "Among the Aegaean isles;",
    "indent": 3
   },
   {
    "text": "And saw the merry Grecian coaster come,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Freighted with amber grapes, and Chian wine,",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "Green, bursting figs, and tunnies steep’d in brine;",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "And knew the intruders on his ancient home,",
    "indent": 3
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "The young light-hearted Masters of the waves;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And snatch’d his rudder, and shook out more sail,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And day and night held on indignantly",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "O’er the blue Midland waters with the gale,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily,",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "To where the Atlantic raves",
    "indent": 3
   },
   {
    "text": "Outside the Western Straits, and unbent sails",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "There, where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam,",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "Shy traffickers, the dark Iberians come;",
    "indent": 2
   },
   {
    "text": "And on the beach undid his corded bales.",
    "indent": 3
   }
  ]
 ]
}