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 1    II|    warlike mood,~Few silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint;~
 2   III|   her amber hair~The purple drops down railed bloody red,~
 3   III|    fly,~As thick as falling drops in April showers:~The French
 4    IV|     feet distil,~Redeem the drops of blood, he thirsts to
 5    IV|     stones are pierced with drops of rain,~No plaints find
 6    IV|  sighs of anger's wind;~The drops her footsteps wash, whereon
 7    IV|     of her face;~Such honey drops on springing flowers are
 8    IX|  deepest sanguine hue,~Warm drops of blood, on earth's black
 9   XII|    sweet receive,~In liquid drops of melting tears enrolled,~
10  XIII| should betide,~With vermeil drops at even his tresses bleed,~
11  XIII|  flash outbrake,~And coming drops presaged with thunders shrill:~
12  XIII|   displayed lie~To keep the drops that on their plumes descend,~
13  XIII|   wet,~And some to keep the drops large vessels set.~ ~ LXXVIII~
14   XIV|  dales she shed,~With honey drops of pure and precious dew,~
15    XV|  day;~And when the morn her drops and dews begun~To scatter
16   XIX| bore sway.~ ~ XX~The purple drops from Tancred's sides down
17   XIX|    in the east upflew,~With drops of blood besmeared he found
18    XX|  lost renews~With the fresh drops fallen from the silver morrow,~