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 "title": "Old Ireland",
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 "poet": "Walt Whitman",
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 "book": "Leaves of Grass",
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 "container": "Autumn Rivulets",
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  "year": 1865,
  "venue": "Drum-Taps (New York, 1865)",
  "note": "Located in this edition by matching this text's lines against the 1865 Drum-Taps scan. The corpus text follows the 1891–92 arrangement, by which the poem had been revised. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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   {
    "text": "Far hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty,",
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   {
    "text": "Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother,",
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   {
    "text": "Once a queen, now lean and tatter’d seated on the ground,",
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   {
    "text": "Her old white hair drooping dishevel’d round her shoulders,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,",
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   {
    "text": "Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,",
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    "text": "Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.",
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   {
    "text": "Yet a word ancient mother,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead between your knees,",
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   {
    "text": "O you need not sit there veil’d in your old white hair so dishevel’d,",
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   {
    "text": "For know you the one you mourn is not in that grave,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It was an illusion, the son you love was not really dead,",
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    "text": "The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country,",
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    "text": "Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the grave,",
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    "text": "What you wept for was translated, pass’d from the grave,",
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    "text": "The winds favor’d and the sea sail’d it,",
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   {
    "text": "And now with rosy and new blood,",
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   {
    "text": "Moves to-day in a new country.",
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