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1  VIII|   springing grass with blood besprent,~A warrior tumbled in his
2   XII|      locks with dust he foul besprent,~He knocked his breast,
3   XIV| heard how gainst the cliffs, besprent~With bitter foam, the roaring
4  XVII|      chains with native gold besprent,~The world amazed stands;
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