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 1     I|   thought,~Their hearts were fertile land although unwrought.~ ~
 2   III|   for ploughmen's trade,~Not fertile, moist with rivers, wells
 3   VII|    forward with the sting of fertile kind,~Against the air casts
 4     X|       A prince that shall in fertile Egypt won,~Shall fill all
 5    XI|   plough yet tore not up the fertile lay,~Nor to their feed the
 6   XIV|  hollow womb," quoth he,~"Of fertile earth, the nurse of all
 7    XV|   which, from fair Sicilia's fertile side,~His rugged front great
 8    XV|   like your own;~The land is fertile ground, but scant well wrought,~
 9    XV|   without pruning yields the fertile vine.~ ~ XXXVI~The olive
10    XV|  Sweet, wholesome, pleasant, fertile, fat they be,~Yet not so
11   XVI|      lies a garden sweet, on fertile ground,~Fairer than that
12  XVII|     of the salt seaside,~His fertile slime first stopped the
13  XVII|     In Alexandria's rich and fertile plain,~Along the western
14  XVII| marched they that plough~The fertile lands above that town which
15  XVII|     So is it, so it shall be fertile still,~Nor time shall end,
16 XVIII| cleft and rent,~And from his fertile hollow womb forth ran,~Clad