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1   VII|    built at last they see,~ Bout which a muddy stinking lake
2   XVI|  she used every day to wend~Bout her affairs, her spells
3   XVI| cleft the yielding sky,~And bout her gathered tempest, storm
4 XVIII|   grace;~The merry soldiers bout him shout and prate,~With
5 XVIII|     Naked was his neck, and bout his forehead bold,~Of linen
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