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 1     I|         what love should in thy bosom dwell!"~This said, he vanished
 2     I|       Such madness in his cruel bosom wrought,~That now than ever
 3    II|       that breast to breast~Thy bosom might receive my yielded
 4   III|       thou unfold~This wretched bosom, and my heart out rive,~
 5    IV|     feltered locks, that on his bosom fell,~On rugged mountains
 6    IV|        drave,~And in her gentle bosom wandered bold;~It viewed
 7    IV|       virtuous ruth doth in his bosom dwell.~ ~ XXXVII~"Conduct
 8    IV|      that true faith did in his bosom won,~Because he meant to
 9     V|      undid the gate,~And in his bosom unperceived ran;~It filled
10     V|         not Godfredo's constant bosom pierced.~ ~ LXII~To change
11    VI|     courage great,~Which in thy bosom make so hot impression;~
12    VI|      stroke a wound in her weak bosom made.~ ~ LXIV~But when she
13    VI|        LXXXV~"Or else my tender bosom opened wide,~And heart though
14   VII|     feared, and in his troubled bosom strove~Remorse of conscience,
15  VIII|       kind a sire,~Could in his bosom quench that glorious fire.~ ~
16  VIII|        his heart, doubts in his bosom dwell,~He yearned to know,
17    XI|       The tender skin it in his bosom rove,~The purple-blood out-streamed
18   XII|       That noble envy which his bosom warms,~"Nor I," quoth he, "
19   XII|        sable knight did in dark bosom drown:~Yet night, consent
20   XII|        hold,~His sword into her bosom deep he drives,~And bathed
21   XII|      LXXVI~"Pierce through this bosom, and my cruel heart~In pieces
22   XII|   advanced it~In Abraham's dear bosom long to rest,~There still
23   XII|        and chaste,~Which in thy bosom cold entombed thou hast.~ ~
24    XV|      the cleft shore sea in his bosom takes,~And 'twixt his stretched
25   XVI|     mine own:~This breast, this bosom soft shall be thy bield~
26 XVIII|         the large desert in his bosom held,~And through the grove
27   XIX|       Which creeping through my bosom soft became~A wound, a sickness,
28   XIX|      upfold~My wounds within my bosom, death was chief~Of all
29   XIX|       head then laid she in her bosom sweet.~ ~ CXV~Vafrine devised
30    XX|     shining flame;~But from the bosom of the burning sun~Proceeded
31    XX|          fury, kindness, in her bosom strove,~She would, she would
32    XX| self-consuming ire,~Swelled his bosom like a raging flood,~To
33    XX|        little space,~And in his bosom burned the double fire~Of
34    XX|  pierced her armor, pierced her bosom white,~Worthy no blows,
35    XX|       you then pierce a woman's bosom thin?~See, see, my naked
36    XX|         And her fair face, fair bosom he bedews~With tears, tears