{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"101 Exiles","title":"Rupert Brooke.  The Hill.   ","html":"<iframe width=\"100%\" height=\"180\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\" seamless src=\"https://share.transistor.fm/e/38b1a07c\"></iframe>","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":103,"description":"Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.You said, \"Through glory and ecstasy we pass;Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,When we are old, are old. . . .\" \"And when we dieAll's over that is ours; and life burns onThrough other lovers, other lips,\" said I,-- \"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!\"\"We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!\" we said;\"We shall go down with unreluctant treadRose-crowned into the darkness!\" . . . Proud we were,And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.-- And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/ePT0ZbYzGGNZqkDszhrwfOppf06Q93hvPVV9PZmiuHw/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS84NDEw/MmNkNWM5ZTM4NjJi/ZDY2ZDEyMmIzNzM3/ZGU3MC5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}