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1   VII|      looked pale for dread,~Yet proudly said, "Tancred, thy hap
2   XIV|       and of roses sweet,~Which proudly flowered through that wanton
3    XV| wholesome, temperate sun, grass proudly grown."~"But," quoth Ubaldo, "
4    XV|       made.~ ~ XLIV~"The palace proudly built," quoth she, "behold,~
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