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1     V|    that word~About his head he tossed his flaming sword.~ ~ XXVII~
2    VI|    from gulf of sad despair~My tossed bark to port well-nigh is
3    IX| troubled thought this question tossed,~If he himself should murder
4   XII|    Behold thy flames and fires tossed in the wind,~No, no, thy
5 XVIII|        The billows fierce that tossed to and fro,~The whirlpools
6 XVIII|   while he talked great things tossed in his thought,~Said, "To
7 XVIII|       as men would the dormant tossed,~Now out, now in, now back,
8 XVIII|            C~About his head he tossed, he turned, he cast,~That
9   XIX|   lance that tree he shook and tossed,~And bruised the gate, the