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1  VIII|  stately capital,~Did ever triumph yet like theirs behold;~
2  XVII|    dead,~Buried in pomp of triumph's glorious shine."~He ceased,
3 XVIII|  as cheerful face~As if in triumph's chariot bright as sun,~
4   XIX|   fight,~I will no trophy, triumph, spoil of thee,~Nor glory
5   XIX|   whose fall none boast or triumph can!~ ~ XXV~His gaping wounds
6    XX| cannot die.~ ~ CXXXII~"Thy triumph is not great nor well arrayed~
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