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 "title": "To the Pending Year",
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 "poet": "Walt Whitman",
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 "book": "Leaves of Grass",
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 "container": "Goodbye My Fancy",
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  "year": 1891,
  "venue": "Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891)",
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   "https://archive.org/details/leavesgrass03whitgoog"
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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": "Have I no weapon-word for thee⁠—some message brief and fierce?",
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   },
   {
    "text": "(Have I fought out and done indeed the battle?) Is there no shot left,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness?",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Nor for myself⁠—my own rebellious self in thee?",
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   }
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  [
   {
    "text": "Down, down, proud gorge!⁠—though choking thee;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the gutter;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Crouch low thy neck to eleemosynary gifts.",
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   }
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