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 1    II|         I~While thus the tyrant bends his thoughts to arms,~Ismeno
 2   III|         That rides so rank, and bends his lance so fell?"~To this
 3    IV|      sit, or smiling stand,~She bends thy bow, or kindleth else
 4     V|        proud youngling while he bends his eyes,~Marking how high
 5  VIII| destruction all his thoughts he bends,~Yet if thou thirst of praise
 6    XI|     what part soe'er the engine bends,~Their sacks of wool they
 7   XII|        And like a falling cedar bends and reels.~ ~ LXV~The prince
 8    XV|    rugged front great Lilybaeum bends.~The dame there pointed
 9   XVI|       train;~Nor golden Iris so bends in the air~Her twenty-colored
10   XIX|     blustering winds a pine~Now bends his top, now lifts his head
11   XIX|   gainst his armed foes he only bends~His force, and scorns the