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 1    IV|    an hell almost.~ ~ LV~"My steeds drew on the burden of my
 2    VI|   and ire,~They turned their steeds and left large space between~
 3    VI|  Together hurtled both their steeds, and brake~Each other's
 4  VIII|      hay to feed~Their noble steeds and coursers when they need.~ ~
 5    IX|   armed Saracens, and barbed steeds.~ ~ XLIX~This slaughter-house
 6     X|     mastering hand~Ruled his steeds, and whipped them now and
 7  XVII|     And as upon their nimble steeds they ride,~Like a swift
 8  XVII|   fair for show,~Upon fierce steeds well mounted rode this power,~
 9  XVII| backs resound,~On milk-white steeds, wait on the chariot bright,~
10  XVII|    the chariot bright,~Their steeds to manage, ready; swift,
11   XIX|      knights he notes, their steeds, and arms they bear,~Their