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 1     V|   weapons way he made,~His thundering sword made all on heaps
 2    VI|  and strength untired,~His thundering blows so fast about he layeth,~
 3   VII| doth us in safety keep,~No thundering drum, no trumpet breaks
 4   VII| roar and cry,~And with his thundering voice augments his ire,~
 5     X|  great foresaw,~And at his thundering voice the folk around~Attentive
 6    XI|   the fields they gone,~No thundering drum, no trumpet shrill
 7    XI|    feared they this deadly thundering tower:~But Solyman stayed
 8   XII| stormy wrathful looks, and thundering sound,~`Villain,' quoth
 9  XIII|   thus he cried loud, with thundering note:~ ~ VII~"Hear, hear,
10   XIV|   nor threatening sky, nor thundering air,~This wisdom is, good
11  XVII|    Erst painted Jove, Jove thundering down from sky.~ ~ XII~On
12   XIX|  the field;~For gainst his thundering mace availed naught~Or helm