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1     I|     of adventurous arms,~And nursed with griefs, with sorrows,
2     X| looks, alas I know too late,~Nursed our love, our jealousy,
3   XII|   came,~That from her cradle nursed and kept the dame.~ ~ XIX~
4   XVI|      On Caucasus' cold crags nursed thee apart;~Ah, cruel man
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