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 "title": "The Garden of Eros",
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    "text": "It is full summer now, the heart of June;",
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    "text": "Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir",
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   {
    "text": "Upon the upland meadow where too soon",
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   {
    "text": "Rich autumn time, the season’s usurer,",
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    "text": "Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,",
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    "text": "And see his treasure scattered by the wild and spendthrift breeze.",
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   {
    "text": "Too soon indeed! yet here the daffodil,",
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    "text": "That love-child of the Spring, has lingered on",
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   {
    "text": "To vex the rose with jealousy, and still",
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    "text": "The harebell spreads her azure pavilion,",
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    "text": "And like a strayed and wandering reveller",
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    "text": "Abandoned of its brothers, whom long since June’s messenger",
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    "text": "The missel-thrush has frighted from the glade,",
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    "text": "One pale narcissus loiters fearfully",
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    "text": "Close to a shadowy nook, where half afraid",
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    "text": "Of their own loveliness some violets lie",
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    "text": "That will not look the gold sun in the face",
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    "text": "For fear of too much splendour⁠—ah! methinks it is a place",
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    "text": "Which should be trodden by Persephone",
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    "text": "When wearied of the flowerless fields of Dis!",
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    "text": "Or danced on by the lads of Arcady!",
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    "text": "The hidden secret of eternal bliss",
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    "text": "Known to the Grecian here a man might find,",
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   {
    "text": "Ah! you and I may find it now if Love and Sleep be kind.",
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    "text": "There are the flowers which mourning Herakles",
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    "text": "Strewed on the tomb of Hylas, columbine,",
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    "text": "Its white doves all a-flutter where the breeze",
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    "text": "Kissed them too harshly, the small celandine,",
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    "text": "That yellow-kirtled chorister of eve,",
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    "text": "And lilac lady’s-smock⁠—but let them bloom alone, and leave",
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    "text": "Yon spirèd hollyhock red-crocketed",
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    "text": "To sway its silent chimes, else must the bee,",
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    "text": "Its little bellringer, go seek instead",
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    "text": "Some other pleasaunce; the anemone",
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    "text": "That weeps at daybreak, like a silly girl",
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    "text": "Before her love, and hardly lets the butterflies unfurl",
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    "text": "Their painted wings beside it⁠—bid it pine",
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    "text": "In pale virginity; the winter snow",
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    "text": "Will suit it better than those lips of thine",
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    "text": "Whose fires would but scorch it, rather go",
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    "text": "And pluck that amorous flower which blooms alone,",
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    "text": "Fed by the pander wind with dust of kisses not its own.",
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    "text": "The trumpet-mouths of red convolvulus",
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    "text": "So dear to maidens, creamy meadow-sweet",
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    "text": "Whiter than Juno’s throat and odorous",
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    "text": "As all Arabia, hyacinths the feet",
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    "text": "Of Huntress Dian would be loth to mar",
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    "text": "For any dappled fawn⁠—pluck these, and those fond flowers which are",
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    "text": "Fairer than what Queen Venus trod upon",
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    "text": "Beneath the pines of Ida, eucharis,",
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    "text": "That morning star which does not dread the sun,",
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    "text": "And budding marjoram which but to kiss",
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    "text": "Would sweeten Cytheraea’s lips and make",
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    "text": "Adonis jealous⁠—these for thy head⁠—and for thy girdle take",
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    "text": "Yon curving spray of purple clematis",
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    "text": "Whose gorgeous dye outflames the Tyrian King,",
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    "text": "And foxgloves with their nodding chalices,",
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    "text": "But that one narciss which the startled Spring",
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    "text": "Let from her kirtle fall when first she heard",
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    "text": "In her own woods the wild tempestuous song of summer’s bird,",
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    "text": "Ah! leave it for a subtle memory",
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    "text": "Of those sweet tremulous days of rain and sun,",
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    "text": "When April laughed between her tears to see",
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    "text": "The early primrose with shy footsteps run",
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    "text": "From the gnarled oak-tree roots till all the wold,",
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   {
    "text": "Spite of its brown and trampled leaves, grew bright with shimmering gold.",
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    "text": "Nay, pluck it too, it is not half so sweet",
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    "text": "As thou thyself, my soul’s idolatry!",
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   {
    "text": "And when thou art a-wearied at thy feet",
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    "text": "Shall oxlips weave their brightest tapestry,",
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   {
    "text": "For thee the woodbine shall forget its pride",
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   {
    "text": "And veil its tangled whorls, and thou shalt walk on daisies pied.",
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    "text": "And I will cut a reed by yonder spring",
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    "text": "And make the wood-gods jealous, and old Pan",
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   {
    "text": "Wonder what young intruder dares to sing",
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    "text": "In these still haunts, where never foot of man",
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    "text": "Should tread at evening, lest he chance to spy",
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    "text": "The marble limbs of Artemis and all her company.",
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    "text": "And I will tell thee why the jacinth wears",
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    "text": "Such dread embroidery of dolorous moan,",
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    "text": "And why the hapless nightingale forbears",
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    "text": "To sing her song at noon, but weeps alone",
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   {
    "text": "When the fleet swallow sleeps, and rich men feast,",
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   {
    "text": "And why the laurel trembles when she sees the lightening east.",
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   {
    "text": "And I will sing how sad Proserpina",
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   {
    "text": "Unto a grave and gloomy Lord was wed,",
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   {
    "text": "And lure the silver-breasted Helena",
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    "text": "Back from the lotus meadows of the dead,",
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   {
    "text": "So shalt thou see that awful loveliness",
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   {
    "text": "For which two mighty Hosts met fearfully in war’s abyss!",
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   {
    "text": "And then I’ll pipe to thee that Grecian tale",
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   {
    "text": "How Cynthia loves the lad Endymion,",
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   {
    "text": "And hidden in a grey and misty veil",
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   {
    "text": "Hies to the cliffs of Latmos once the Sun",
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    "text": "Leaps from his ocean bed in fruitless chase",
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    "text": "Of those pale flying feet which fade away in his embrace.",
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   {
    "text": "And if my flute can breathe sweet melody,",
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   {
    "text": "We may behold Her face who long ago",
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   {
    "text": "Dwelt among men by the Aegean sea,",
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    "text": "And whose sad house with pillaged portico",
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   {
    "text": "And friezeless wall and columns toppled down",
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    "text": "Looms o’er the ruins of that fair and violet-cinctured town.",
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   {
    "text": "Spirit of Beauty! tarry still awhile,",
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   {
    "text": "They are not dead, thine ancient votaries,",
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   {
    "text": "Some few there are to whom thy radiant smile",
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   {
    "text": "Is better than a thousand victories,",
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   {
    "text": "Though all the nobly slain of Waterloo",
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   {
    "text": "Rise up in wrath against them! tarry still, there are a few",
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    "text": "Who for thy sake would give their manlihood",
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   {
    "text": "And consecrate their being; I at least",
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   {
    "text": "Have done so, made thy lips my daily food,",
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   {
    "text": "And in thy temples found a goodlier feast",
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   {
    "text": "Than this starved age can give me, spite of all",
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   {
    "text": "Its new-found creeds so sceptical and so dogmatical.",
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   {
    "text": "Here not Cephissos, not Ilissos flows,",
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   {
    "text": "The woods of white Colonos are not here,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "On our bleak hills the olive never blows,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "No simple priest conducts his lowing steer",
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   {
    "text": "Up the steep marble way, nor through the town",
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   {
    "text": "Do laughing maidens bear to thee the crocus-flowered gown.",
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   {
    "text": "Yet tarry! for the boy who loved thee best,",
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   {
    "text": "Whose very name should be a memory",
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   {
    "text": "To make thee linger, sleeps in silent rest",
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   {
    "text": "Beneath the Roman walls, and melody",
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   {
    "text": "Still mourns her sweetest lyre; none can play",
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   {
    "text": "The lute of Adonais: with his lips Song passed away.",
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    "text": "Nay, when Keats died the Muses still had left",
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    "text": "One silver voice to sing his threnody,",
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   {
    "text": "But ah! too soon of it we were bereft",
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   {
    "text": "When on that riven night and stormy sea",
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   {
    "text": "Panthea claimed her singer as her own,",
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   {
    "text": "And slew the mouth that praised her; since which time we walk alone,",
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    "text": "Save for that fiery heart, that morning star",
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   {
    "text": "Of re-arisen England, whose clear eye",
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    "text": "Saw from our tottering throne and waste of war",
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    "text": "The grand Greek limbs of young Democracy",
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    "text": "Rise mightily like Hesperus and bring",
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    "text": "The great Republic! him at least thy love hath taught to sing,",
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    "text": "And he hath been with thee at Thessaly,",
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    "text": "And seen white Atalanta fleet of foot",
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    "text": "In passionless and fierce virginity",
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    "text": "Hunting the tuskèd boar, his honied lute",
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    "text": "Hath pierced the cavern of the hollow hill,",
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    "text": "And Venus laughs to know one knee will bow before her still.",
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    "text": "And he hath kissed the lips of Proserpine,",
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    "text": "And sung the Galilaean’s requiem,",
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    "text": "That wounded forehead dashed with blood and wine",
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    "text": "He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him",
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    "text": "Have found their last, most ardent worshipper,",
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    "text": "And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror.",
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    "text": "Spirit of Beauty! tarry with us still,",
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   {
    "text": "It is not quenched the torch of poesy,",
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    "text": "The star that shook above the Eastern hill",
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    "text": "Holds unassailed its argent armoury",
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    "text": "From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight⁠—",
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    "text": "O tarry with us still! for through the long and common night,",
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    "text": "Morris, our sweet and simple Chaucer’s child,",
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    "text": "Dear heritor of Spenser’s tuneful reed,",
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    "text": "With soft and sylvan pipe has oft beguiled",
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    "text": "The weary soul of man in troublous need,",
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    "text": "And from the far and flowerless fields of ice",
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    "text": "Has brought fair flowers to make an earthly paradise.",
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    "text": "We know them all, Gudrun the strong men’s bride,",
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    "text": "Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,",
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    "text": "How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,",
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    "text": "And what enchantment held the king in thrall",
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    "text": "When lonely Brynhild wrestled with the powers",
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    "text": "That war against all passion, ah! how oft through summer hours,",
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    "text": "Long listless summer hours when the noon",
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    "text": "Being enamoured of a damask rose",
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    "text": "Forgets to journey westward, till the moon",
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    "text": "The pale usurper of its tribute grows",
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   {
    "text": "From a thin sickle to a silver shield",
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    "text": "And chides its loitering car⁠—how oft, in some cool grassy field",
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    "text": "Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,",
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    "text": "At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come",
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    "text": "Almost before the blackbird finds a mate",
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    "text": "And overstay the swallow, and the hum",
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    "text": "Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,",
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    "text": "Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,",
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    "text": "And through their unreal woes and mimic pain",
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    "text": "Wept for myself, and so was purified,",
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    "text": "And in their simple mirth grew glad again;",
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   {
    "text": "For as I sailed upon that pictured tide",
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    "text": "The strength and splendour of the storm was mine",
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    "text": "Without the storm’s red ruin, for the singer is divine,",
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    "text": "The little laugh of water falling down",
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    "text": "Is not so musical, the clammy gold",
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    "text": "Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town",
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   {
    "text": "Has less of sweetness in it, and the old",
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    "text": "Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady",
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    "text": "Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.",
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    "text": "Spirit of Beauty, tarry yet awhile!",
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   {
    "text": "Although the cheating merchants of the mart",
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   {
    "text": "With iron roads profane our lovely isle,",
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   {
    "text": "And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art,",
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   {
    "text": "Ay! though the crowded factories beget",
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   {
    "text": "The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!",
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    "text": "For One at least there is⁠—He bears his name",
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   {
    "text": "From Dante and the seraph Gabriel⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Whose double laurels burn with deathless flame",
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    "text": "To light thine altar; He too loves thee well,",
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   {
    "text": "Who saw old Merlin lured in Vivien’s snare,",
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    "text": "And the white feet of angels coming down the golden stair,",
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    "text": "Loves thee so well, that all the World for him",
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   {
    "text": "A gorgeous-coloured vestiture must wear,",
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   {
    "text": "And Sorrow take a purple diadem,",
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   {
    "text": "Or else be no more Sorrow, and Despair",
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   {
    "text": "Gild its own thorns, and Pain, like Adon, be",
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   {
    "text": "Even in anguish beautiful;⁠—such is the empery",
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    "text": "Which Painters hold, and such the heritage",
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   },
   {
    "text": "This gentle solemn Spirit doth possess,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Being a better mirror of his age",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In all his pity, love, and weariness,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Than those who can but copy common things,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And leave the Soul unpainted with its mighty questionings.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "But they are few, and all romance has flown,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And men can prophesy about the sun,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And lecture on his arrows⁠—how, alone,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And that no more ’mid English reeds a Naïad shows her head.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Methinks these new Actaeons boast too soon",
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   },
   {
    "text": "That they have spied on beauty; what if we",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Have analysed the rainbow, robbed the moon",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of her most ancient, chastest mystery,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Shall I, the last Endymion, lose all hope",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Because rude eyes peer at my mistress through a telescope!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "What profit if this scientific age",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Burst through our gates with all its retinue",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Of modern miracles! Can it assuage",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "One lover’s breaking heart? what can it do",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "To make one life more beautiful, one day",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "More godlike in its period? but now the Age of Clay",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Returns in horrid cycle, and the earth",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Hath borne again a noisy progeny",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Of ignorant Titans, whose ungodly birth",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Hurls them against the august hierarchy",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Which sat upon Olympus; to the Dust",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "They have appealed, and to that barren arbiter they must",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Repair for judgment; let them, if they can,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "From Natural Warfare and insensate Chance,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Create the new Ideal rule for man!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Methinks that was not my inheritance;",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "For I was nurtured otherwise, my soul",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Passes from higher heights of life to a more supreme goal.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Lo! while we spake the earth did turn away",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Her visage from the God, and Hecate’s boat",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Rose silver-laden, till the jealous day",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Blew all its torches out: I did not note",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The waning hours, to young Endymions",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Time’s palsied fingers count in vain his rosary of suns!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Mark how the yellow iris wearily",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Leans back its throat, as though it would be kissed",
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   },
   {
    "text": "By its false chamberer, the dragon-fly,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Who, like a blue vein on a girl’s white wrist,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Sleeps on that snowy primrose of the night,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Which ’gins to flush with crimson shame, and die beneath the light.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Come let us go, against the pallid shield",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of the wan sky the almond blossoms gleam,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The corncrake nested in the unmown field",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Answers its mate, across the misty stream",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "On fitful wing the startled curlews fly,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And in his sedgy bed the lark, for joy that Day is nigh,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Scatters the pearlèd dew from off the grass,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "In tremulous ecstasy to greet the sun,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Who soon in gilded panoply will pass",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Forth from yon orange-curtained pavilion",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Hung in the burning east: see, the red rim",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "O’ertops the expectant hills! it is the God! for love of him",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Already the shrill lark is out of sight,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Flooding with waves of song this silent dell⁠—",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Ah! there is something more in that bird’s flight",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Than could be tested in a crucible!⁠—",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "But the air freshens, let us go, why soon",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The woodmen will be here; how we have lived this night of June!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ]
 ]
}