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 "poet": "Matthew Arnold",
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 "book": "Empedocles on Etna, and Other Poems",
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  "year": 1852,
  "venue": "Empedocles on Etna, and Other Poems (1852)",
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   {
    "text": "I too have suffer’d: yet I know",
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   {
    "text": "She is not cold, though she seems so:",
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    "text": "She is not cold, she is not light;",
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   {
    "text": "But our ignoble souls lack might.",
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    "text": "She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh,",
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    "text": "While we for hopeless passion die;",
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    "text": "Yet she could love, those eyes declare,",
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    "text": "Were but men nobler than they are.",
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    "text": "Eagerly once her gracious ken",
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    "text": "Was turn’d upon the sons of men;",
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    "text": "But light the serious visage grew⁠—",
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    "text": "She look’d, and smiled, and saw them through.",
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    "text": "Our petty souls, our strutting wits,",
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    "text": "Our labour’d, puny passion-fits⁠—",
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    "text": "Ah, may she scorn them still, till we",
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    "text": "Scorn them as bitterly as she!",
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    "text": "Yet oh, that Fate would let her see",
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    "text": "One of some worthier race than we;",
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    "text": "One for whose sake she once might prove",
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    "text": "How deeply she who scorns can love.",
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    "text": "His eyes be like the starry lights⁠—",
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    "text": "His voice like sounds of summer nights⁠—",
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    "text": "In all his lovely mien let pierce",
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    "text": "The magic of the universe.",
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    "text": "And she to him will reach her hand,",
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    "text": "And gazing in his eyes will stand,",
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   {
    "text": "And know her friend, and weep for glee,",
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    "text": "And cry⁠—Long, long I’ve look’d for thee.⁠—",
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    "text": "Then will she weep⁠—with smiles, till then,",
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    "text": "Coldly she mocks the sons of men.",
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    "text": "Till then her lovely eyes maintain",
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    "text": "Their gay, unwavering, deep disdain.",
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