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 1     I|          eye,~That wondrous look wherewith he oft surveyed~Men's secret
 2    IV|       stood,~Hath lost the light wherewith it always shone:~With forged
 3    IV|     knights;~These were the arms wherewith love conquered~Their feeble
 4     V|          out his venom unespied,~Wherewith foul envy did his heart
 5    VI|      wished all herbs and charms~Wherewith false men increase their
 6   VII|          fury and avoid the sway~Wherewith the current in that whirlpool
 7   VII|        spake:~"This is the sword wherewith in Saxon land,~The great
 8   VII|     LXXXI~There stands the lance wherewith great Michael slew~The aged
 9   VII|    golden pin hung up on height,~Wherewith sometimes he smites this
10   VII|          the buckles rich among,~Wherewith his precious girdle fastened
11  VIII|        He shook his golden mace, wherewith he dare~Resist the force
12  VIII|      hand had a splendent shield~Wherewith he covered safe their chieftain
13    IX|     over-boldly, drew his blade,~Wherewith he strove, but strove therewith
14   XII|        in his most dreadful face~Wherewith he scareth mankind, kept
15   XII| fierceness still the fury lasts,~Wherewith sustained, they to their
16  XIII|      thrice with his charmed rod~Wherewith dead bones he makes from
17  XIII|      mought,~But with that faith wherewith he could renew~The steadfast
18   XIV|        was sweet at all degrees,~Wherewith enticed down sits he and
19   XIV|        but surely holding chain,~Wherewith she bound his neck his hands
20   XVI|          eyes kissed, as he lay,~Wherewith he sighed, as if his soul
21 XVIII|        brakes, not slings alone,~Wherewith the firm and solid walls
22 XVIII|         hot he brought, I think,~Wherewith the quenchless fire he tempered
23 XVIII|   weapons, and of men did sweep,~Wherewith the towers once or twice
24   XIX|          whole streams of blood,~Wherewith his force grew weak, his
25    XX|         of the East,~You scourge wherewith Christ whips his heathen