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 "title": "LXXXVI",
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    "text": "Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,",
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    "text": "Bound for the prize of all too precious you,",
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   {
    "text": "That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,",
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    "text": "Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?",
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   {
    "text": "Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write",
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    "text": "Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?",
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    "text": "No, neither he, nor his compeers by night",
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    "text": "He, nor that affable familiar ghost",
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    "text": "Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,",
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    "text": "As victors of my silence cannot boast;",
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    "text": "I was not sick of any fear from thence:",
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    "text": "But when your countenance fill’d up his line,",
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    "text": "Then lack’d I matter; that enfeebled mine.",
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