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 1     I|     On merry mornings at the mass divine,~And horrid helms
 2   VII|      shape he forged an airy mass,~And made the shade a body
 3    XI|     their force against this mass oppose,~Sometimes the wheels,
 4   XII|     smoke upflies.~ ~ XLVI~A mass of solid fire burning bright~
 5   XII|  other lay a still and heavy mass,~Her spirit had that earthen
 6  XIII|      bred that late consumed mass:~So that the strength of
 7   XIV| earth and mould,~All in that mass, that globe and compass
 8 XVIII|     gold, a huge and weighty mass,~On arches great of that
 9 XVIII|   hundred wheels the rolling mass,~On the smooth lands went
10 XVIII|    strong a huge and fearful mass,~And numberless with beams,
11 XVIII|   rougher ground~The rolling mass did often stop and stay;~