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 1     7|       the encounter fierce the champaign pressed;~For underneath
 2     7|       By shadowy wood, or over champaign bare,~By farm and city,
 3     8|  pastime every day;~Now on the champaign, now upon the shore~Of neighbouring
 4    11|       From plain to hill, from champaign flat to shore,~Oppressed
 5    12|       hill repair,~Or from the champaign's flat the hurrying swine,~(
 6    14|      whose hand~Had strown the champaign with the slaughtered band.~ ~
 7    14|     lifeless he, perforce, the champaign prest.~The son of Agrican
 8    16|        Full many a Saracen the champaign prest;~Whose folly was a
 9    16|      Pallid and cold, upon the champaign fell.~ ~ LXII~When him so
10    18|        the roads: while on the champaign laid~Were eighty thousand
11    18|       some there, disperse the champaign through,~And every pass
12    23|      with spontoon or bill the champaign strewed~This one along the
13    24|         in a hundred rags, the champaign strew.~Zerbino and Isabel,
14    30|        the career,~And, in mid champaign, meet with such a shock,~
15    32|       top she might survey~Gay champaign, wood, and, mid the wide
16    32|        his flock, which on the champaign browsed,~Leaving the fields,
17    33|        throughout the spacious champaign lies,~Or is to Alexandria
18    33|  Covered is Ghiaradada's green champaign.~It seems each city opes
19    33|      The eve before had on the champaign laid,~Cast from their horses
20    34|    other river, lake, and rich champaign~Are seen, than those which
21    39|      declare,~Stretched on the champaign by that golden spear?~Or
22    39|      the slain filled all that champaign; few~Into Biserta from the
23    44|        thigh;~And through that champaign ran the reeking blood,~As
24    45|     pity stirred~From the wide champaign, red with Grecian gore,~
25    45| Frontino, now by wood and wide champaign;~And all night with his