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 1     I|    news and tidings brings.~ ~ XXXIV~She told the soldiers, who
 2    II|      lovers' kind desarts!~ ~  XXXIV~"Far other flames and bonds
 3   III|      aid the Trojan knight.~ ~ XXXIV~Furious, tofore the foremost
 4    IV|     brother, Eustace hight.~ ~ XXXIV~This was the fowl that first
 5     V|        despised your power.~ ~ XXXIV~And further adds, that he
 6    VI|  proffered grace refuseth."~ ~ XXXIV~With that he spurred his
 7   VII|     stablished in the same.~ ~ XXXIV~The warrior answered, blushing
 8  VIII|    while he died he prayed.~ ~ XXXIV~"Whilst on his wounds with
 9    IX|       joys of youthful age.~ ~ XXXIV~But Picus yet and Lawrence
10     X|       half that secret den,~ ~ XXXIV~A privy door Ismen unlocked
11    XI|     even it with the plain.~ ~ XXXIV~With slime or mud the ditches
12   XII|       me at another's fire.~ ~ XXXIV~"To Egypt-ward, where I
13  XIII|    high as heaven up stood.~ ~ XXXIV~The knight stepped back
14   XIV| marched, and dry shod yode.~ ~ XXXIV~As on the Rhene, when winter'
15    XV|   environ, clothe and hide;~ ~ XXXIV~And drawing near, the hill
16   XVI|     down, kill, overthrow."~ ~ XXXIV~This said, the noble infant
17  XVII|     yet her threats entice.~ ~ XXXIV~Her chariot like Aurora'
18 XVIII|        her careless twined.~ ~ XXXIV~Toward the tree he marched,
19   XIX|         and doors of brass.~ ~ XXXIV~The knight arrived where
20    XX|       tumbled on the green.~ ~ XXXIV~A blow felled Artaxerxes,