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 1    IV|    mole-hills be,~So his rough front, his horns so lifted he.~ ~
 2    IX|   wound he got,~That cleft his front in twain above his eye:~
 3    IX|         sparkled his eyes,~His front high lifted was, no fear
 4     X|       bent,~He wrinkled up his front, and wildly stared~Upon
 5     X|       word;~A storm was in his front, fire in his eyes,~He turned
 6   XIV|     Her curled locks about her front are twined,~A party-colored
 7    XV|       to guide.~ ~ IV~Upon her front her locks were curled new,~
 8    XV|       fertile side,~His rugged front great Lilybaeum bends.~The
 9  XVII|           from banishment.~His front through pierced with a dart,
10 XVIII|        brust~A ram with horned front, about her waist~A bridge
11   XIX|   blood forth drew,~But on the front with that he caught a rap,~
12   XIX|      was his look, eyes quick, front lifted high:~ ~ LX~On every
13   XIX|    last,~And cleared again her front and visage sad,~Midst clouds
14    XX|      his army by,~Broad in the front behind more strait uptied~
15    XX|       and wondrous sight,~When front to front those noble armies
16    XX|  wondrous sight,~When front to front those noble armies met,~
17    XX|         and cleft in twain his front.~ ~ XXXVIII~But Altamore
18    XX| despite.~ ~ XLIII~Right on the front he gave that lady kind~A
19    XX|     Thus he defied him, on his front before,~And on his throat