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 1    IV|      With that she cheered her forehead dolorous,~And smiled for
 2    VI|     But she alone her troubled forehead cleared,~And on them spread
 3   VII|        And ugly death upon his forehead stood;~Not one of all his
 4    IX|     And horned like a bull his forehead bold~He lifts, and o'er
 5    XI|         A fatal shaft upon his forehead light,~His hand he lifted
 6  XIII|       sanguine beams about his forehead spread,~A sad presage of
 7   XIV|    away~Her wrath, that on his forehead gazed the maid,~As in his
 8  XVII|      LXII~"Nature lifts up thy forehead to the skies,~And fills
 9 XVIII|    morn go pray~That turns his forehead gainst the morning ray.~ ~
10 XVIII|     green;~Upon his breast and forehead gently blew~The air, that
11 XVIII|     was his neck, and bout his forehead bold,~Of linen white full
12   XIX|   where is the purple red,~And forehead's whiteness? are all gone,
13    XX|    erst he seems;~His face and forehead full of noblesse were,~And
14    XX|       This blow again upon his forehead light,~It was the fault
15    XX|     sword he rears,~And on his forehead strikes, and strikes again,~
16    XX| combated~He turned, and on the forehead struck the knight:~When