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 1     I|       fair imbared,~His spirits pure were subject to our sight,~
 2     I|       and circles fair,~And the pure skies with sacred feathers
 3    II|         mine be these flames so pure,~O glorious death, more
 4    II|       thine with it in heaven's pure clothing drest,~Through
 5    II|  Mahomet~No idols in his temple pure to set.~ ~ LI~"To him therefore
 6    II|       he softly part,~Whence of pure rhetoric, whole streams
 7   III|         And donned her robes of pure vermilion hue,~Her amber
 8    IV|      hand, and by those temples pure~Thou seek'st to free from
 9    VI|       Remember then I kept thee pure and chaste,~At liberty now,
10    VI|    purposed to present the rose~Pure, spotless, clean, untouched
11    VI|       shining cleared~With that pure white wherein the nymph
12    IX|     shed,~Supplied the place of pure and precious dew,~The moon
13    IX|       No eye, however virtuous, pure and just,~Can view the brightness
14    IX|        echoed from the chambers pure,~At last he Michael called,
15     X|    trees, sweet meadows, waters pure and good;~For there in thickest
16     X|       grass,~In massy vessel of pure silver made,~A banquet rich
17     X|         near~The seat of angels pure, and saints divine,~And
18    XI|      what green herbs or waters pure could do,~He knew their
19    XI|         he stood:~But the angel pure, that kept him, went and
20    XI|    spirit poured hath.~ ~ LXXIV~Pure nectar from that spring
21   XII|        away my sins with waters pure:"~His heart relenting nigh
22   XII|      violets blue mongst lilies pure men throw,~So paleness midst
23   XII|      And give them to that body pure and chaste,~Which in thy
24   XIV|       shed,~With honey drops of pure and precious dew,~And on
25   XIV|        earthly mould,~My spirit pure, and naked soul, you see,~
26   XIV| overflown,~There all his waters pure great Neptune keeps,~And
27   XIV|       fine,~And makes it silver pure, and gold divine.~ ~ XXXIX~
28   XIV|   bubbling spring,~Whose waters pure the thirsty guests entice,~
29    XV|       To thousand colors, rich, pure, fair, and strange.~ ~ VI~"
30    XV|       With murmur shrill, cold, pure, and scantly seen;~Yet so
31   XVI|         crystal mirror, bright, pure, smooth, and neat,~He rose,
32   XVI|    hield~Of diamonds clear that pure and precious shield.~ ~
33  XVII|         fame lie,~Where incense pure and all sweet odors grow,~
34  XVII|         er all the place~Flowed pure streams of crystals east
35  XVII|      guilty hands~From Christ's pure altars and high temples
36 XVIII|       clearest skies~A cloud of pure and precious clew there
37 XVIII|      before Godfredo's eyes,~In pure and heavenly armor richly
38 XVIII|       armies flew,~Innumerable, pure, divine and clear;~A battle
39    XX|    rolled up in tears;~From his pure fountains ran two streams