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 1     I|           She lost her blood, he spent his life therefore.~ ~ LVIII~
 2   III|        vain he thought the labor spent,~To assail those parts that
 3    IV|      endless tears were bootless spent,~Unless thou help; to thee,
 4     V|          the youths and gallants spent.~ ~  XXVI~There, as his
 5    VI|        tired both, and well-nigh spent,~Their blows show greater
 6   VII| displease;~But when my youth was spent, my hope was vain.~I felt
 7   VII|     latter age here have I quiet spent."~ ~ XIV~While thus he spake,
 8   VII|          night her sliding hours spent,~And rose ere springing
 9   VII|       his crown;~Argantes raging spent his strength in vain,~Waste
10   VII|     power.~Like a tall ship when spent are all her sails,~Which
11  VIII|     friends to us,~One hour hath spent, in one unlucky fight;~And
12  VIII|         second or third day were spent;~Meanwhile his timber wrought
13    IX|         tumults done and tempest spent,~Gainst stream of grace
14    IX|         had in vain assayed,~And spent his forces, which availed
15    IX|      more than half consumed and spent;~Now headlong down the western
16    IX|       those in this long war are spent and lost,~These are the
17    IX|        gainst the Soldan's train~Spent not, this while, his force
18     X|     doubt, our store will all be spent.~ ~ XLIII~"For all that
19   XIV|          understand,~Forthy when spent his youthful seasons were~
20    XV|      waves, his name, himself he spent.~ ~ IX~The wondrous boat
21 XVIII|          busy toll they likewise spent~And with long evenings lengthened
22 XVIII|         The godly duke in prayer spent well-nigh,~And all the rest,
23 XVIII|         common sort his pains he spent;~Renown so got the prince
24 XVIII|         I do? If here my life be spent,~I spend and spill," quoth
25   XIX|          blow he doubled, but he spent~His force in waste, and
26   XIX|    overthrown, killed, slain and spent,~If in this carelessness
27    XX|           though lost and vainly spent,~What strength hath happy,
28    XX|       noble hearts that ne'er is spent,~Yet fainted not, though