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1    II| silver dove, while from her corse~These hungry kites plucked
2  VIII|    blessings flings~Upon my corse, with broad our-stretched
3  VIII| well we knew, when near the corse we draw;~To which, to view
4  VIII|    But when us armed by the corse he spied,~He ran away his
5   XIV|   false to ride.~A headless corse in fight late overthrown,~
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