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 1    II|    tormented with each stay.~ ~ XCVI~Now spread the night her
 2    IV|      lose at night the hare.~ ~ XCVI~These were the arts by which
 3    VI| commands, this late I ride."~ ~ XCVI~Her woman's voice and terms
 4   VII| Argantes hurled at his face.~ ~ XCVI~And forward spurred his
 5    IX|         throng, they thrust.~ ~ XCVI~While down the bank disordered
 6   XII|       of his mistress sweet:~ ~ XCVI~Before her new-made tomb
 7  XVII|    trembled, waved and blew,~ ~ XCVI~When thus again their leader
 8 XVIII|         his death and merit.~ ~ XCVI~"But higher lift thy happy
 9   XIX|        kept the bird behind.~ ~ XCVI~"But who can hide desire,
10    XX|      not a sword and spear."~ ~ XCVI~This said, full of disdain,