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 1     I|        first forsook,~And from our native soil have marched so far:~
 2     I|            by Lord Robert lad,~The native Duke of that renowned land,~
 3     I|        double charge.~ ~ LXXXV~His native wrath revived with this
 4    II|      remained the tyrant wood,~His native wrath he gan a space withhold,~
 5    IV|           these locks of gold,~And native brightness of thy lovely
 6    IV|      helpless, fugitive pardie,~My native soil and kingdom thus forego~
 7    IV|            The utmost border of my native land.~ ~ LVI~"The fort Arontes
 8   VII|           hope was vain.~I felt my native strength at last decrease;~
 9   XII|             her offspring, and her native land;~Disguised she fireth
10   XII|    wandering pilgrimage,~And in my native soil again to won,~To get
11   XII|       throw,~So paleness midst her native white begun;~Her looks to
12    XV|           gentle murmur from their native hill,~The western blast
13    XV|         bold heart was spread,~His native wrath was gone, and swift
14  XVII| displeasures shone,~Mixed with the native beauties there which grow,~
15  XVII|         Her crowns and chains with native gold besprent,~The world
16 XVIII|          Adorns herself in new and native gold.~ ~ XVII~The lovely
17   XIX|          looks so to their old and native grace,~That towards him
18    XX|            him with his train,~His native wrath to quicken and to