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1   VII| enchantment huge complaints he rears.~"It were small loss," softly
2    XI|      trench himself he scantly rears,~But she an arrow loosed
3   XII|        this conquest is't thou rears?~Thine eyes shall shed,
4 XVIII|      doth thy folk inspire~And rears their ladders gainst the
5    XX|   leaps, and high his sword he rears,~And on his forehead strikes,
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