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 1 III     |       should lie,~Broken with grief, I send thee to thy nest,~
 2 IV      | shoots in vain.~Art thou with grief afflicted, with the smart~
 3 VIII(*) |     the treaty with a seal of grief. Therefore since the earliest
 4 XVI     |    have burnt in the fires of grief,~Shall I cry aloud to unheeding
 5 XVIII(*)|      lovers, clad in robes of grief, to a bed of violets, and
 6 XXIV    |      cheek is hid,~A flood of grief comes from my heart unbid,~
 7 XXV     |  protection of my lady's hair~Grief nor disquiet come to me
 8 XXXI    |     The long-drawn tyranny of grief shall pass,~Parting shall
 9 XXXI    |     In Sha'aban the troops of Grief disband,~And crown the hours
10 XXXVII  |      the Zealot sees but sin;~Grief to the mirror of his soul
11 XXXVIII |     my lips ready to fly,~But grief beats in my heart and will