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1   III|      on the dusty plain,~And lifted up his feeble eyes uneath,~
2    IV|    rough front, his horns so lifted he.~ ~ VII~The tyrant proud
3    IX|     his eyes,~His front high lifted was, no fear therein,~Lightly
4    XI|       he cries:~His hands he lifted then up to the sky,~And
5    XI|  forehead light,~His hand he lifted up to feel the place,~Whereon
6    XV| scales his head and crest~He lifted high, his neck swelled great
7   XIX|      look, eyes quick, front lifted high:~ ~ LX~On every side
8   XIX|  sleep,~That now his eyes he lifted, turned and twined,~And
9   XIX| remain:"~The Pagan dead they lifted up on high,~And after Tancred