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 1     I| sepulchre of Christ did free,~I sing; much wrought his valor
 2     I|        legions of bright angels sing;~Inspire life in my wit,
 3     I|     troop and captain great may sing,~That in this glorious war
 4    II|     dragon's cry,~Birds left to sing, and Philomen to weep,~Only
 5    IV|     loud the whistling winds do sing,~Broke from the earthen
 6    XI| thanksgiving and of praise they sing;~To them that angels down
 7    XV|      her of Bacchus and Alcides sing,~Of thee to future age let
 8    XV|      stopped while these Sirens sing,~Their notes enticing man
 9  XVII|        of wondering birds, that sing and cry:~ ~ XXXVI~So passed
10 XVIII|       Birds, winds, and waters, sing with sweet consent:~Whereat
11 XVIII|       compassed eke, and gan to sing,~That woods and streams