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 1   III|   horrid clouds of dust that yonder fly,~Your coming foes does
 2    VI|     pride,~Abate the rage of yonder Saracine:"~No longer would
 3   VII|     mark set high or low,~If yonder knight, alas! be slain in
 4   VII|    arrow's sharp head dip~In yonder thievish Frenchman's guilty
 5  VIII|    to the heavens ward,~Mark yonder light that like the sun
 6    IX|     us go," quoth he, "where yonder knight~Upon our soldiers
 7    IX|     hear this new alarm from yonder part,~That from the town
 8  XIII| dares cut down one branch in yonder spring,~I think there dwells
 9   XIV|      Then bend thine eyes on yonder earth and mould,~All in
10    XV|  behold,~That sits on top of yonder mountain's height,~Of Christ'
11   XVI| float;~Here Caesar wins, and yonder conquered been~The Eastern
12 XVIII|     contented,~And said, "On yonder hill next morn go pray~That
13 XVIII|  spite, all envy killed:~"To yonder dreadful grove," quoth he, "
14 XVIII|      hard.~ ~ XCV~"See Dudon yonder, who with sword and fire~