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 1   III|    came the sacred palms, the ashes wild,~The funeral cypress,
 2   VII|   sees my grave, my tomb, and ashes light,~My woful death his
 3   VII|      spirit dead be blest,~My ashes cold shall, buried on this
 4    IX| though slain, though burnt to ashes cold."~ ~
 5     X|  Shall overthrown in dust and ashes lie,~Their woful remnant
 6   XII|     this great engine burn to ashes may;~Haply the guard that
 7   XII|    reverence meet,~The buried ashes of his mistress sweet:~ ~
 8  XIII|     But scant, dissolved into ashes cold,~The smoking tower
 9    XV|      XX~Great Carthage low in ashes cold doth lie,~Her ruins
10 XVIII|    compared, his clothes pale ashes seem,~And sprinkled so,
11 XVIII|    all they did:~They saw the ashes wild and squared pines,~
12    XX|     ancestors' dead bones and ashes cold!~To thee thy fathers