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1   I,       XIV|     dulcet harmony,~ But to a discord wrung by mad despair~ Out
2   I,       XIV|    song.~ ~ No echoes of that discord shall be heard~ Where Father
3   I,     XXVII|      more,~ As when primaeval discord held its reign.~ ~The song
4   I,       XLV| plunged into the thick of the discord of Agramante's camp; and,
5   I,       XLV|    with your own eyes how the discord of Agramante's camp has
6   I,      XLVI|    longer reminded one of the discord of Agramante's camp, as
7  II,       XXV|    dissensions and scattering discord everywhere, blowing mischief