more poems

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@@ -237,18 +237,12 @@ Faint as shed flowers, the attenuated dream.
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@@ -382,11 +376,153 @@ Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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         "link": "https://poets.org/poem/do-not-go-gentle-good-night",
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+    {
+        "line": "Now is the winter of our discontent".split(' '),
+        "scansion": '/ x x /x / x /x/',
+        "title": "Richard III",
+        "collection": null,
+        "author": "William Shakespeare",
+        "meter": "inverted iambic pentameter",
+        "ctx": `
+Now is the winter of our discontent
+Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
+And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
+In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
+Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
+Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
+Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
+Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
+`,
+        "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56973/speech-now-is-the-winter-of-our-discontent",
+    },
+    {
+        "line": "Got a long list of exlovers".split(' '),
+        "scansion": '/ x / x / x/x',
+        "title": "Blank Space",
+        "collection": null,
+        "author": "Taylor Swift",
+        "meter": "trochaic tetrameter",
+        "ctx": `
+So it's gonna be forever
+Or it's gonna go down in flames
+You can tell me when it's over, mmh
+If the high was worth the pain
+Got a long list of ex-lovers
+They'll tell you I'm insane
+'Cause you know I love the players
+And you love the game
+`,
+        "link": "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-ORhEE9VVg",
+    },
+    {
+        "line": "Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us".split(' '),
+        "scansion": '/ x x / x x /x x/ x',
+        "title": "The Lost Leader",
+        "collection": null,
+        "author": "Robert Browning",
+        "meter": "catalectic dactylic tetrameter",
+        "ctx": `
+Just for a handful of silver he left us,
+  Just for a riband[4] to stick in his coat—
+Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,
+  Lost all the others she lets us devote;
+They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver,
+  So much was theirs who so little allowed:
+How all our copper had gone for his service!
+  Rags—were they purple, his heart had been proud!
+`,
+        "link": "https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lost_Leader_(poem)",
+    },
+    {
+        "line": "Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house".split(' '),
+        "scansion": 'x x / xx /x x / x x /',
+        "title": "A Visit from St. Nicholas",
+        "collection": null,
+        "author": "Clement Clarke Moore",
+        "meter": "anapestic tetrameter",
+        "ctx": `
+'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
+Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
+The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
+In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
+The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
+While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
+And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
+Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
+When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
+I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
+`,
+        "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43171/a-visit-from-st-nicholas",
+    },
+    {
+        "line": "I am monarch of all I survey,".split(' '),
+        "scansion": 'x x /x x / x x/',
+        "title": "Verses Supposed to be Written by Alexander Selkirk",
+        "collection": null,
+        "author": "William Cowper",
+        "meter": "anapestic trimeter",
+        "ctx": `
+I am monarch of all I survey,
+     My right there is none to dispute;
+From the centre all round to the sea,
+     I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
+Oh, solitude! where are the charms
+     That sages have seen in thy face?
+Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
+     Than reign in this horrible place.
+`,
+        "link": "http://www.luminarium.org/eightlit/cowper/selkirk.htm",
+    },
+    {
+        "line": "This has neither wax nor wane".split(' '),
+        "scansion": '/ x /x / x /',
+        "title": "Sorrow",
+        "collection": null,
+        "author": "Edna St. Vincent Millay",
+        "meter": "catalectic iambic tetrameter",
+        "ctx": `
+Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
+Beats upon my heart.
+People twist and scream in pain, —
+Dawn will find them still again;
+This has neither wax nor wane,
+Neither stop nor start.
+
+People dress and go to town;
+I sit in my chair.
+All my thoughts are slow and brown:
+Standing up or sitting down
+Little matters, or what gown
+Or what shoes I wear.
+`,
+        "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44727/sorrow-56d223efbf6d2",
+    },
+    {
+        "line": "With half a smile and half a spurn".split(' '),
+        "scansion": 'x / x / x / x /',
+        "title": "If you were coming in the fall",
+        "collection": null,
+        "author": "Emily Dickinson",
+        "meter": "iambic tetrameter",
+        "ctx": `
+If you were coming in the Fall,
+I'd brush the Summer by
+With half a smile, and half a spurn,
+As Housewives do, a Fly.
+`,
+        "link": "https://allpoetry.com/If-you-were-coming-in-the-fall,",
+    },
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