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 1    IV|     him suck on roughest part~Midst the rude crags, on Alpine
 2    VI|       for all my harms,~Rest, midst your weapons; peace, amongst
 3   VII| descried,~In scorn of Phoebus midst bright heaven doth shine,~
 4  VIII|          XIX~"But hardy Sweno midst the other train,~By his
 5    IX|   soft impression tries,~That midst his wrath his manly tears
 6    IX|     shine~Lightning of war in midst thereof contained,~Whence
 7   XII|   pure men throw,~So paleness midst her native white begun;~
 8   XIV|     and meet again~And in the midst a gentle island made,~A
 9   XIV|    those sleights bewrays,~In midst a garden lies, where many
10    XV|      large;~But if the sea in midst of earth was great,~Oh what
11  XVII|     doth revive, not die,~And midst the perfumes rich and flowerets
12   XIX|     her front and visage sad,~Midst clouds of woe her looks
13    XX|      two horns did spreed,~In midst the foot, the horse were