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 1     I|   mighty mountains with their hands,~ Or conquer Time with length
 2     I|      And to the labour of our hands return~ Their more abounding
 3     I|     statues show~ Their right hands leaner from the frequent
 4    II|   Along the halls, with right hands holding out~ The lamps ablaze,
 5    II| nature, nor were wrought with hands~ After a fixed pattern of
 6    II|   around to bangings of their hands;~ The fierce horns threaten
 7    II|   appeareth true,~ Render thy hands, or, if 'tis false at last,~
 8    II|      o'er that labours of his hands~ Have fallen out in vain,
 9   III|      the head,~ The feet, the hands, instead of cleaving still~
10    IV|   since shape examined by our hands~ Within the dark is known
11    IV|     than to let~ From out our hands escape the obvious things~
12    IV|     sturdy uppers, or serving hands~ On either side were given,
13    IV|     first enjoy with eyes and hands.~ The parts they sought
14     V|    touch and thrust~ Of human hands, they cannot reach to grasp~
15     V|    feet,~ Some widowed of the hands, dumb Horrors too~ Without
16     V|      to bestride; or with his hands~ To whirl the firmament
17     V| trusting wondrous strength of hands and legs,~ They'd chase
18     V|      Man's ancient arms~ Were hands, and nails and teeth, stones
19     V|    give them o'er~ To women's hands, and in more hardy toil~
20     V|      toil~ To harden arms and hands.~ But Nature herself,~ Mother
21    VI| rather the body unto touch of hands~ Would offer a warmish feeling,
22    VI|    the sinews in the fingered hands~ Were sure to contract,
23    VI|      a few, though lopped~ Of hands and feet, would yet persist