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 1    II|       His sober lips then did he softly part,~Whence of pure rhetoric,
 2   III|          her blows he tries;~But softly says, "No stroke of thy
 3   III|        Where Dudon's corpse they softly laid in ground,~The priest
 4    IV|       Such noise wild bulls that softly bellow make.~ ~ II~At last
 5    IV|          the flame,~While others softly whispered underhand,~Before
 6     V| death-wounded fell,~Withdrew him softly to his gorgeous tent;~There
 7     V|       out."~ ~ LIV~This said, he softly drew the knight aside~Where
 8     V|     sighs and tears she gan them softly pray~To keep that promise,
 9    VI|              LXXXII~And sighing, softly to herself she said,~"How
10    VI|      rock the spring descend,~Or softly glide within the shady wood;~
11   VII|     rears.~"It were small loss," softly he thus begun,~"To lose
12   XII|       What haste hast thou? ride softly, take thy breath,~What bringest
13  XIII|         Him thought he heard the softly whistling wind~His blasts
14   XIV|        of broad-waking day,~They softly dipped in mild Oblivion'
15    XV|          the hill doth lead,~And softly went that neither tired