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1      II|    pour'd, nor woman yet,~ So full a tide of love into my breast;~
2      XI|    philosophers are obviously full of all ignorance and deceit,
3    XXVI|        He becomes, therefore, full of apprehension and dread,
4   XXVII|      unless they had paid the full penalty. Then fierce men,
5  XXVIII|       it as ever-blooming and full of all fruits. For thus
6  XXVIII| erflows,~ With deeper red the full pomegranate glows;~ The
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