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 1    II|       the Greekish land?~That reed will break; and breaking,
 2    VI| feared not the shake of every reed,~So cowards are courageous
 3   VII|      voice he tuned his oaten reed;~Thither she went, an old
 4    XI|   Apollo's harp Pan tunes his reed,~So adders hiss where Philomela
 5    XI|        and from the wound the reed out-twined,~But left the
 6    XI|    out to wind,~And broke the reed, but left the head behind.~ ~
 7    XI|        With it she shakes the reed out of her coat;~This in
 8   XIX|      hand weak like a shaking reed,~Dazzled his eyes, the world
 9    XX|  wrath prevailed at last, the reed outflew,~For love finds
10    XX|    harm:~ ~ LXIV~She bids the reed return the way it went,~