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 1    II|  that early on the morn doth rise,~May thither walk ere third
 2    II|     sit still, men say, than rise to fall."~ ~ LXXX~This said
 3   III|   The rest is easy, scant to rise espied:~But mighty bulwarks
 4     V|     arms to save his kingdom rise,~So shall we harder make
 5    IX|      of war new bent,~I will rise again, a foe, fierce, bold,~
 6  XIII| bones he makes from grave to rise,~And thrice the ground with
 7   XIV|  there two crystal mountains rise,~So fled the Red Sea once,
 8   XIV|   death true image, make him rise:~Then from her ambush forth
 9   XIV|    whence laughter vain doth rise,~Nor that strange merriment
10   XIV|    rest exhort,~And you must rise by peep of springing day."~
11    XV|      elsewhere the winds now rise now fall,~And Phoebus there
12   XVI|  began to warm, his heart to rise,~Though, drunk with ease,
13 XVIII|     breast make ruth or pity rise,~But their false looks and
14 XVIII|     the silver morn began to rise,~His arms he took, and in
15 XVIII|      are,~His virtues higher rise the more oppressed,~Till
16    XX|     This day should fall, to rise again more blessed;~Or that
17    XX|    smit,~And as he sought to rise, Godfredo's sword~Pierced