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1    IV|      much power, men say,~The stubborn hearts with pity frail to
2   VII|     light,~My woful death his stubborn heart may move,~With tears
3  XIII|      My tongue, if still your stubborn hearts refuse,~That so much
4    XV|      limb~In sturdy steel and stubborn plate they dight,~Before
5    XV|    Moved so far the warriors' stubborn hearts,~That on their shapes
6   XVI| seemed the laurel chaste, and stubborn oak,~And all the gentle
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