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 1   VII|      that sea which erst was dry.~The tempests rend the oaks
 2    XI|   ditches were not soft,~But dry and sandy, void of waters
 3   XII| engine throws,~The stuff was dry, the fire took quickly hold,~
 4  XIII|     steadfast hills and seas dry up to naught~He prayed the
 5  XIII|      Helias prayed,~Not from dry earth exhaled by Phoebus'
 6  XIII|   and mallard in the furrows dry~With merry noise the promised
 7   XIV|   the stream he marched, and dry shod yode.~ ~ XXXIV~As on
 8  XVII|   near the sea, beside it of dry sands~Huge wildernesses
 9  XVII|      passage there is sandy, dry and plain.~ ~ XXVI~Nor thee,
10 XVIII|    quickly in that substance dry,~Burnt all their store and
11   XIX|   drunk floods and fountains dry,~For not whole Jordan could
12    XX|  sparkled, shone.~ ~ XXIX~Of dry topped oaks they seemed