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 1    II|  light to hold,~Like summer's flies that fear not winter's cold.~ ~
 2   III|    wound.~ ~ XXXI~The villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,~
 3   III|       down amain,~And now she flies, and now she turns again.~ ~
 4   III|      the mastiff curs toforn,~Flies to the succor of some neighbor
 5   III|   walls, each Pagan fears and flies~His dreadful sight, or trembling
 6     V|  breath from man's frail body flies~The soul take keep, or know
 7    VI|    side thereof, huge cantels flies,~The land was strewed all
 8    VI|       woman conquers when she flies,~Refusal kindleth, proffers
 9    VI|      cooling flood,~Again she flies swift as she fled at first,~
10   VII|      a tower set on a rock he flies,~Where all the heavenly
11   VII|     side a squadron brave out flies,~And boldly made a fierce
12  VIII|  heart and constant breast he flies;~No steel could shield them
13  VIII|     shield, wherein displayed flies~The bird that proves her
14  VIII|      still, still methinks it flies.~ ~ LXIX~"What shall we
15    IX|    all their host:~The Soldan flies when all his bands are lost.~ ~
16    IX|  leaps and skips, it seems he flies,~He left no sign in dust
17     X|    thence stench and smoke up flies~Which dim the welkin and
18   XII|  noise, the flame, and bullet flies,~They run, they give the
19   XII|   wolf guilty of some misdeed~Flies to some grove to hide himself
20  XIII|    through lands and kingdoms flies,~A harmful night a hurtful
21  XIII|       with lukewarm breathing flies~The southern wind, from
22    XV|     waves, with dewy beams up flies,~Or as the Queen of Love,
23   XVI|       Destroys for grief, and flies thence through the air.~ ~ ~
24  XVII|     ire, by which not courage flies~To conquests, not through
25 XVIII|       and precious clew there flies.~ ~ XVI~The heavenly dew
26   XIX|  fleecy charge, and with them flies:~ ~ XLVIII~So fled the Soldan,
27    XX|    discord through their army flies,~Their bands ill ranked
28    XX|     how victory, how conquest flies."~ ~ XX~Upon the captain,
29    XX| scorns to strike his foe that flies or falls.~ ~ LVIII~Like
30    XX|     and so hard,~No shot that flies from eye or hand I see~Hurts
31    XX|       might, but out alone he flies,~A thousand foes the man