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 1    II|     streams;~High state, the bed is where misfortune lies,~
 2   III|     morning left her crimson bed,~And donned her robes of
 3   III|   laid to rest,~Earth is thy bed, and not the grave the skies~
 4   III|   rest, brought complaint to bed:~All night the wary duke
 5    IV|   lovely partner of a lady's bed,~A noble head a golden crown
 6   VII|     wood,~Waxed weary of his bed and of his rest,~Such hate
 7   VII|      Tancred, is he still in bed?~His looks late seemed to
 8  VIII|    XLII~"My supper roots; my bed was moss and leaves;~But
 9   XII|  this day,~If I have kept my bed still undefiled,~Not for
10   XII|  groaned, she swooned in her bed.~ ~ XXIX~"Weeping I took
11   XII|  blushing morn from Tithon's bed forth came,~But for my faith
12   XII|   Madness and death about my bed repair,~Hell gapeth wide
13   XII|   pain, he drew forth of his bed,~And scant of strength to
14   XII|    so.~ ~ LXXXIV~Cast on his bed his squires recalled his
15  XIII|    as new monsters, while in bed they lie,~Their fearful
16  XIII|  when woful Tancred left his bed~To lay in marble cold his
17  XIII|   restless sought the god in bed,~But most for thirst they
18   XIV|   fresh, the soft and tender bed~Of her still mother, gentle
19   XIV|      Godfrey ere he left his bed~A vision strange his golden
20   XIV|     travel, sin and shame in bed:~His arms he took, his sword
21   XIV|    guests,~And in his wonted bed the old man rests.~ ~
22    XV|     hill, whereunder lies in bed~Enceladus, whence with imperious
23   XVI|  seems the same, that decked bed and bower~Of many a lady
24  XVII|      Altamore, in her chaste bed~Thy loving queen kept with
25   XIX|     fell on sleep, laid on a bed of down.~Vafrino where the
26    XX| cradles, shows, thy marriage bed."~ ~ XXVII~To all the rest, "
27    XX|      forged are in Typhoius' bed,~Not Brontes' hammer falls