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1     I|      frame is fed; and that~ Rock rubbed on rock should yield
2     I|     and that~ Rock rubbed on rock should yield a gory ooze.~
3    II|   with onset stout enough to rock~ The solid earth: and yet
4   III|    the leap~ From that dread rock of infamy, the stripes,~
5    IV|     stone, we touch~ But the rock's surface and the outer
6    IV|     hardness deep within the rock.~ ~ Now come, and why beyond
7    VI|     this is why whole houses rock, the roofs~ More than the
8    VI| seems~ To crave to flee that rock. Such discord great~ Is
9    VI|    streams of that Magnesian rock~ Move iron by their smitings.~