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 1    II|        win this noble fort,~Of shake this puissant wall, such
 2    II|        her wrath can shun?~Go, shake the spear, and draw thy
 3    II|      loosed from hell~Again to shake heaven's everlasting frame,~
 4   III|  virgin chaste,~That durst not shake the spear, nor target hold,~
 5   III|       warlike pride he made to shake,~As winds tall cedars toss
 6     V|       These hands were made to shake sharp spears and swords,~
 7    VI|        all that force and fury shake~The valiant champions, nor
 8    VI|       ween;~She feared not the shake of every reed,~So cowards
 9   VII|        but rocks and mountains shake.~ ~  CXVII~The rain, the
10    XI|       the Frenchmen shrink and shake,~And gaping sign of headlong
11  XIII|    strength of Sion's walls to shake,~They should no turrets,
12  XIII|    words great heaven began to shake,~The fixed stars, the planets
13    XV|      he gan his charmed rod to shake,~So that the serpent durst
14 XVIII|        firm and solid walls to shake,~To cast a dart, or throw
15 XVIII|       towers once or twice did shake,~Trembled the walls, the
16   XIX|  buildings of this town~We may shake down with stones about their
17    XX| pierced through,~Their banners shake, their bearers shrink, for