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 1   III|   three times closed again his dying eyes,~He speaks no word,
 2    IV|      Lest so I hasten might my dying hour:~Thus restless waited
 3     V|     Now in his doating and his dying age.~ ~ LXXIV~Oh how contentment
 4   VII|  harness bright,~Nor shall his dying words me so entreat,~But
 5    IX|         he saw not plain~Their dying looks, although their deaths
 6    IX|        for a man of fame,~That dying, slew; and conquered, overcame.~ ~
 7    IX| thousands dead, half-dead, and dying were.~The hardy Soldan saw
 8    IX|      he wounded Ariadine,~Whom dying with sharp taunts he gan
 9    XI|        underneath that bulwark dying fell,~Which late to scale
10   XII|        save my soul, baptism I dying crave,~Come wash away my
11   XII|       used~To life again their dying lord to bring,~At last his
12   XIX|        ere it forth go'th,~And dying blazeth bright on every
13    XX|     blows of love to have:~Her dying hand let go the bridle quite,~