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1   T-I|     Gods above, and you of the green flood, who rule the seas,~
2  T-IV|       horns badly covered with green sedge,~is the Rhine himself
3  T-IV|        s lightning often grows green again.~And if I’ve no chance
4   T-V|      my fate:~let them erect a green altar of grassy turf,~and
5  ExII|       grapes, here,~no willows green the banks, no oaks the hills.~
6 ExIII|        while the first’s still green.~It’s not my words you read,
7  ExIV|    path, this harmony begun in green youth,~has extended undiminished
8  IBIS|    they brought brands~made of green twigs close to his eyes,
9   Ind| Skelton’s ‘Diana in the leaves green, Luna who so bright doth