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 1    II|      fast this tree of virtue grew,~O blessed Lord! why should
 2   III| stomach hot;~His bridled fury grew thereby more fell,~So rivers,
 3   III|    vine.~ ~ LXXVI~The shooter grew, the broad-leaved sycamore,~
 4  VIII|      thick of spears about us grew,~And over us a cloud of
 5    IX|    The battle eke to Sionward grew hot, ~The soldiers slain,
 6    IX|       waxed unstable,~His arm grew weak to bear his mighty
 7  XIII|       Clytie dear,~The leaves grew wan upon the withered sprays,~
 8  XIII|    stout,~The faithful people grew nigh desperate~Of hoped
 9   XIV|    that over all his banks he grew,~And through the fields
10    XV|      and stately pleasant top grew out,~And how his sides were
11   XVI|        Fairer than that where grew the trees of gold:~The cunning
12   XVI|        The apples new and old grew on one twig,~The fruitful
13   XVI|    gentle trees on earth that grew,~It seemed the land, the
14  XVII|   kingdom in short while,~And grew so great, that over Asia'
15  XVII|      heart yield,~But when he grew unfit for war through age,~
16  XVII|     it so much grain~In Egypt grew as to sustain them all;~
17  XVII|     flourished, increased and grew.~ ~ LXXX~A branch of Est
18 XVIII|     his look;~But yet his arm grew neither weak nor slow,~Nor
19 XVIII|           XXXVIII~The heavens grew clear, the air waxed calm
20   XIX|    blood,~Wherewith his force grew weak, his courage quailed~
21   XIX| terrible than erst;" herewith grew he~And all awaked his fury,
22   XIX|     Herewith Tancredi furious grew, and said,~"Villain, dost
23    XX|    aghast,~For where sad fear grew late, now boldness springs,~
24    XX|        The Turk cut off, pale grew his looks and cheer,~He
25    XX| sparkled wrath and fury bold,~Grew dim and feeble, fear had