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 1     I|      straw, soon kindled, soon burnt out.~ ~ LXIII~The third
 2     I|      the earth he plained,~And burnt their buildings with devouring
 3     V|        Could win, the rest all burnt in her sweet flame.~ ~ LXVI~
 4    VI|     the plains,~Your towns are burnt, your forts and castles
 5    VI|    Stone cold without; within, burnt with love's flame,~And quite
 6    IX|   mould.~ ~ X~"Are sheep-cotes burnt, or preys of sheep or kine,~
 7    IX|     dead, though slain, though burnt to ashes cold."~ ~
 8     X|   beauty's hue;~A jealous fire burnt in our stomachs hot,~And
 9  XIII|   earth his scorching rays,~He burnt the flowers, burnt his Clytie
10  XIII|    rays,~He burnt the flowers, burnt his Clytie dear,~The leaves
11   XVI|       those armies twain;~Here burnt a ship, there sunk a bark
12  XVII|    Through the hot clime where burnt Syene stands,~Hence bounded
13 XVIII| quickly in that substance dry,~Burnt all their store and all
14   XIX|    losses little were:~ ~ LIV~"Burnt are your houses, and your
15   XIX|     For there wrath's fire now burnt, now shone love's flame.~ ~
16    XX|     split;~He turned away, she burnt with fury hot,~And thought
17    XX|       and amazed he stood~Then burnt with wrath, and self-consuming