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 1    II|  lies,~By curious chance, or careless art, composed;~For what
 2   III|     we know,~A soldier wild, careless to win or lose,~Saw where
 3    IV| faith?~ ~ XIII~"Then, let us careless spend the day and night,~
 4   VII|      love.~ ~ XLI~At last so careless foul despair him made,~He
 5  VIII|    happy blew the wind,~That careless all the heedless to it made:~
 6 XVIII| forth his sword and from her careless twined.~ ~ XXXIV~Toward
 7 XVIII|    would.~"I go," quoth he, "careless what chance be thrown,~And
 8 XVIII|     upward fearless pierced, careless still,~Though Mount Olympus
 9   XIX|    Yet dreadless, doubtless, careless seemed his face,~Nor death,
10   XIX|   But as he furious lived he careless dies;~Bold, proud, disdainful,