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1   III|       cover,~As when thick mists arise from moory vales.~At last
2    IV|       fear that might from fight arise;~Else, here surrender I
3   VII| springing daylight red and white arise.~ ~ XXVI~He sighed sore,
4  VIII|    neither hear nor understand;~`Arise,' quoth they, with that
5    XV|       shield, the rod, the map.~"Arise," quoth he, "ere lately
6    XV|        fruitful froth, did first arise:~So vented she her golden
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