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 1     V| provide."~ ~ XLII~With that a bitter smile well might you see~
 2   VII|      out streaming came,~With bitter words his foe he then reproved,~
 3  VIII|       And with the same shall bitter vengeance take~On him that
 4  VIII|    his fore-conceived hate~In bitter speeches thus he vomits
 5     X|      craggy hill,~To bide the bitter blasts of storm and shower;~
 6   XII|    This heart of mine death's bitter stroke despiseth,~For praise
 7   XII|       sweet words the rage~Of bitter grief and woe they would
 8   XII|     wonted brands I have~More bitter far, alas! but not more
 9  XIII|     with his hand he blist,~A bitter sorrow by the heart him
10   XIV|     the cliffs, besprent~With bitter foam, the roaring surges
11   XVI|      lovely smile~Sweeten the bitter stroke of cursed fate:~All
12   XVI|      gone,~And in her heart a bitter echo made;~Poor soul, of
13   XVI|       Thus in foul terms, her bitter wrath forth brast:~ ~ LVI~"
14  XVII|       no care~To shun death's bitter stroke, in field or fort,~
15 XVIII|      the whirlwinds blow,~The bitter storm drove hailstones in
16 XVIII|       and keen,~Dipped in the bitter juice of poison strong,~
17 XVIII|     and stones that fly,~Give bitter answer to a sharp reply.~ ~
18   XIX|        In scornful words this bitter scoff gave he.~"Good reason,"