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1   III|  tennice run,~Defenced, the flying balls unhurt to shun:~ ~
2    VI|    That skies and earth the flying sparkles fired;~His foe
3   VII| mean he sought,~To stay his flying mates, but all for naught.~ ~
4    IX|    Pagans, mingled with the flying rout,~Entered their camp,
5    IX| XLVII~The duke his men fast flying did espy,~And thither ran,
6    XI|  where Philomela sings;~Nor flying darts nor stones the Christians
7 XVIII|     and rind~They flew, and flying, left sad death behind.~ ~
8    XX|  let honor go,~Followed her flying sails and lost the day:~
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