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 1   VII|        was a fountain from the living stone,~That poured down
 2   VII|    blood and dust bedight,~And living shall with watery eyes behold~
 3  VIII|      thought?~Each one of us a living body hath,~We are Christ'
 4    IX|      was first cast out,~Where living wild with their exiled guide~
 5   XII|    This said, her strength and living sprite was fled,~She sighed,
 6   XII|        The woful prison of his living sprite,~Pale, cold, sad,
 7   XII|        only sinned, not I,~Who living loved her, and for love
 8  XIII|    spirits dead why should men living fight?"~ ~ XL~This found
 9   XIV| shining lamps, these globes of living fire,~How they are turned,
10   XVI|       wrought,~Save speech, of living bodies wanted naught.~ ~
11 XVIII|       might,~That groaned like living souls to death nigh brought,~
12   XIX|   up-piled~Of bodies dead, the living buried lie;~There the sad