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 1    IV|      fire.~ ~ III~The dreary trumpet blew a dreadful blast,~And
 2    VI| gates out-peep,~Or sound one trumpet shrill to break their sleep.~ ~
 3    VI| thoughts inspire,~And make a trumpet of my slender quill~To thunder
 4   VII|       No thundering drum, no trumpet breaks our sleep.~ ~ IX~"
 5    IX|    Alecto's self the warning trumpet blew~And to the wind his
 6    XI|       No thundering drum, no trumpet shrill they hear,~Their
 7    XI|  were blunt, faint was their trumpet's blast,~Their sun was set,
 8   XVI|     arms he see, or hear the trumpet's jar,~He neigheth loud
 9  XVII|    his sleep e'er broke with trumpet's threat,~But from soft
10 XVIII|    from far,~Called with thy trumpet's blast, obedient are!~ ~
11   XIX|    spoil and kill,~And let a trumpet publish forth my will."~ ~
12   XIX|  That keep no order, know no trumpet's sound,~That draw no sword,