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 1     I|      other praise than thine.~ ~ III~Thither thou know'st the
 2    II|        so counselled Absalom.~ ~ III~"My liege," he says, "the
 3   III| disordered speed makes waste.~ ~ III~Feathered their thoughts,
 4    IV|         he and coals of fire.~ ~ III~The dreary trumpet blew
 5     V|       that regiment in price.~ ~ III~He called the worthies then,
 6    VI|      came, and boasting said:~ ~ III~"How long shall we, like
 7   VII|       nor ever looked behind.~ ~ III~Through thick and thin,
 8  VIII|         called home for this.~ ~ III~"Thou knowest what would
 9    IX|         they strive and jar."~ ~ III~With that where Solyman
10     X|        his wrath unsatisfied.~ ~ III~And, as his fortune would,
11    XI|       and faith examples be."~ ~ III~Thus spake the hermit grave
12   XII|         to herself thus said:~ ~ III~"This day Argantes strong,
13  XIII|       from our horizon drive.~ ~ III~But when the sun his chair
14   XIV|          pleasure and intent.~ ~ III~Far in the east, the golden
15    XV|       guide good fortune be."~ ~ III~The flood received them
16   XVI|         bodies wanted naught.~ ~ III~Alcides there sat telling
17  XVII|        mustered on the coast.~ ~ III~Come say, my Muse, what
18 XVIII|        of the charmed spring.~ ~ III~"That aged wood whence heretofore
19   XIX|           thus late to fight?~ ~ III~"Too late thou com'st, and
20    XX|     tongues to threaten made.~ ~ III~From whence their ire, their