Parte,  Chap.

1   I,     XXVII|   in the hall shone with a brighter gleam than all. Oh memory,
2   I,     XLIII| all I have to guide me,~ A brighter orb than those of old~ That
3  II,        VI|    mill-wheel, and glowing brighter than a glass furnace, must
4  II,      XLII|  our eyes that of mercy is brighter and loftier than that of
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