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 1     I|      foundations laid in earthly mould,~Where of our faith and
 2     I|      that metal, cast in warlike mould,~And with this band late
 3   III|       under his steel lay on the mould,~Under the Saracen's spear
 4    IV|        holy idols tumbled in the mould,~To him the wretched man
 5   VII|   wounded fall inglorious on the mould,~His locks with clods of
 6   VII|       the blade in pieces on the mould;~The proud Circassian scant
 7    IX|     glorious city smoking lie in mould.~ ~ X~"Are sheep-cotes burnt,
 8    IX|      hardy infant tumbled on the mould,~Whose soul, out squeezed
 9   XII|          beast lay dead upon the mould;~The gentle queen before
10   XIV|          am in flesh and earthly mould,~My spirit pure, and naked
11   XIV|         eyes on yonder earth and mould,~All in that mass, that
12   XIV| Fortunate, for temperate air and mould,~There in a mountain high