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 1     I|     glorious war did famous grow,~Forgot till now by Time'
 2     I|     wealth, ease, pleasure, grow,~Rich Nature's pomp and
 3   III|    wells and streams;~There grow few trees to make the summer'
 4    IX|     marked the tumult still grow more and more,~The Arabian
 5   XII|    swelling gold,~Her knees grow weak, the pains of death
 6    XV|   locks the trees about him grow,~The rocks of ice keep watch
 7  XVII|    pure and all sweet odors grow,~Where the sole phoenix
 8  XVII| native beauties there which grow,~And quickened so her looks
 9 XVIII|  there high and broad which grow,~And in that forest huge
10 XVIII|   whence first my fires did grow.~Kiss me, embrace me, if
11    XX|   slubbered, sad and sullen grow,~The steel his brightness