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 1     V|    kindled fire began~To every vein his poisoned heart to reach,~
 2     V| soothed him still in his angry vein;~Amid the camp a place was
 3  VIII|        he felt infused in each vein,~A sacred heat from heaven
 4    IX| chilling frost congealed every vein,~He fell, and with his teeth
 5     X|      advice best fits my angry vein~That tells of greatest peril,
 6    XI|    fear ran cold through every vein,~Lord Godfrey shouted thrice
 7   XII|         break every string and vein;~But thou to slaughters
 8  XIII|       burned clay,~And in each vein a smouldering fire there
 9   XIV|      bred in rich and precious vein~Of wealthy earth, and hid
10   XIX|        armor off, and she each vein,~Each joint, and sinew felt,