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 1   VII|  appeared a warlike swain,~From top to toe all clad in armor
 2  VIII|        wounded was himself from top to toe.~ ~ XXIII~"Not strength,
 3    IX|        die.~ ~ XLVI~So from the top of Vesulus the cold,~Down
 4   XIV|        Beset with golden fires, top, bottom, side,~ ~ V~There
 5   XIV|         winter cold,~But on the top, fresh, pleasant, sweet
 6   XIV|       meek and mild.~Yet on the top and height of all the hill,~
 7    XV| mountain high they spied,~Whose top the clouds environ, clothe
 8    XV|          fallen and fled,~Whose top pyramid-wise did pointed
 9    XV|      she, "behold,~That sits on top of yonder mountain's height,~
10    XV|      proud and stately pleasant top grew out,~And how his sides
11    XV|          Till on the mountain's top themselves they land,~Save
12 XVIII|        Thus as he mused, to the top he went,~And there kneeled
13 XVIII|     need she cast;~And from her top a turret small up stood,~
14   XIX|      winds a pine~Now bends his top, now lifts his head on height,~
15   XIX|       gate and port,~And on the top defences ready spied,~He
16   XIX|         that fort~From his high top down to the groundwork eyed,~
17    XX|        veil~His proud and lofty top, his crest down came,~Strong