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1    IX|     fields unto the flowery marge~Of some green forest where
2  XIII|     on the forest's outmost marge he stepped,~A flaming fire
3  XVII|  off from Persia's southern marge,~And makes an isle; but
4 XVIII| great Lord, touched not the marge~Of Salem's town, but fled
5 XVIII|    grapple with the battled marge,~And launch their bridges
6    XX|   wing that held the utmost marge,~Spread forth their troops,