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1     I|     armors' sound~Pursue the echo over dale and down.~ ~ LXXIV~
2   III|      in the forest wild,~The echo sighed in the groves unseen,~
3   VII| answered none,~Save babbling echo, from the crooked shore;~
4   XIV|   with tickling pleasure,~An echo is, a shade, a dream, a
5   XVI|    And in her heart a bitter echo made;~Poor soul, of greater
6 XVIII|       The hills resound, the echo showereth high,~And Tancred
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