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 1  VIII|      mountains high,~A rolling brook twixt bush and bramble glideth,~
 2     X|    greenwood shade,~Beside the brook upon the velvet grass,~In
 3   XII| well-nigh was hent;~Before the brook, the thieves behind me stood:~
 4   XIV|    salt seaside,~Where a swift brook fails in with hideous sway,~
 5   XIV| journey went,~Their will could brook no stay, their zeal, no
 6   XIV| roaring surges bet,~A tumbling brook their passage stopped and
 7   XIV|        arms did hide,~And by a brook exposed it on the sand~Whither
 8    XV|       oaks distil,~The falling brook her silver streams downpours~
 9 XVIII|         There rolled a crystal brook with gentle roar,~There
10 XVIII|      duke no longer stay could brook,~But from the bearer bold
11    XX|      die, and pass the Stygian brook,~Now prest to quench her