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 1   III|    Sea, with bounders tied~Of sandy shores, where Joppa whilom
 2    VI|        Trembling for ire, his sandy locks he tore,~Our from
 3    VI|     arms he miss;~Among those sandy fields and valleys green,~
 4   VII|      team untied,~On Jordan's sandy banks her course she stayed~
 5    IX| Vesulus the cold,~Down to the sandy valleys, tumbleth Po,~Whose
 6     X|       he could,~That leads to sandy plains of Gaza old.~ ~ V~
 7    XI|    were not soft,~But dry and sandy, void of waters clear,~Though
 8    XV|  light,~With horned hoofs the sandy ways outrent,~And in the
 9  XVII| stands,~Hence bounded in with sandy deserts waste,~And thence
10  XVII|   again,~The passage there is sandy, dry and plain.~ ~ XXVI~