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1    II|      Bold was his heart, and restless was his sprite,~Fierce,
2    II|   canopy,~And summoned every restless eye to sleep;~On beds of
3    IV|    might my dying hour:~Thus restless waited I, unhappy maid,~
4    IV|    and grief, twixt hope and restless fear,~The sly enchantress
5  XIII|     oft in vain~The soldiers restless sought the god in bed,~But
6   XIX| farewell shame,~Why hope you restless love to bring on sleep?~