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 1     I| enamelled every green,~When up arose each warrior bold and brave,~
 2   III|        lark the sorrowful duke arose,~A mourner chief at Dudon'
 3    IV|   ended had,~The lesser devils arose with ghastly roar,~And thronged
 4   VII|     his heart a better thought arose,~How for Christ's glory
 5     X|       he will."~A whisper soft arose when this was said,~As gentle
 6     X|        underneath~Night's veil arose, and sun's bright lustre
 7    XI|        them all begin.~Godfrey arose, that day he laid aside~
 8    XI|    scaling ladders up to skies arose,~The ground-works deep some
 9  XIII|     exhaled by Phoebus' beams,~Arose, moist heaven his windows
10  XVII|     fire their entrails brent,~Arose, and where the king sate