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1   VII|        Down fell the blade in pieces on the mould;~The proud
2    XI| crushed the steeled shield in pieces small,~And beat the helmet
3    XI|       lost the Pagans tore~In pieces small, their rams to naught
4   XII|  bosom, and my cruel heart~In pieces cleave, break every string
5   XII|       that fell monster me in pieces rend,~And deep entomb me
6   XIV|   these walls, these gates in pieces break,~Leap o'er these rampires
7 XVIII|  shivered were their heads to pieces small,~As small as are the
8    XX| girdling-stead divided new~In pieces twain, Zopire on earth she