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1     I|       With eyes we view not burning heats, nor cold,~ Nor are
2     I|     the wildwood waste~ And burning all the boscage. Now dost
3   III| self lies there~ Mangled or burning. For if it an evil is~ Dead
4    VI| time the thunder-clap, from burning bolt~ That cracks the cloud,
5    VI|     we behold that sun with burning beams~ To dry our garments
6    VI|     thus bears on afar~ Its burning blasts and scattereth afar~
7    VI| water 've drunk. But when a burning fever,~ O'ermastering man,
8    VI|     high light possess such burning glare,~ How, then, can he,