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 1    VI|     fury shunning,~With a sharp thrust once more the Pagan hit,~
 2    IX|       breast his gentle brother thrust.~ ~ XXXV~Their father, but
 3    IX|         Berengarius' breast she thrust,~Quite through the heart,
 4    IX| streamed down along;~But with a thrust an answer sharp she made,~
 5    IX|     they run, they throng, they thrust.~ ~ XCVI~While down the
 6    XI|      And through his right hand thrust the piercing sting;~Disabled
 7    XI|   leaning on a broken spear, he thrust~His leg straight out, to
 8   XII|        nor loin they struck, or thrust in vain.~ ~ LVI~Shame bred
 9 XVIII|        engine from her side out thrust,~Which on the wall when
10 XVIII|          By a small thread, and thrust under her wing,~He loosed
11   XIX|          Argantes at his face a thrust did throw,~Which while the
12   XIX|        still~Argantes broke the thrust; and at half-sword,~Swift,
13   XIX|       so despise?"~Therewith he thrust and thrust again his blade,~
14   XIX|         Therewith he thrust and thrust again his blade,~And through
15   XIX|       And searched so well each thrust, each cut and wound,~That
16    XX|        that confusion, trouble, thrust and throng?~Ill known he
17    XX|       felled Artaxerxes, with a thrust~Was Argeus slain, the first
18    XX|      feeble hand~She would have thrust away, loosed and untwined:~