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 1     4|     her head, than wheeling widely round,~The flying courser
 2    14|  But with a mantle long and widely spread,~Concealed her hideous
 3    14|    runs a grotto wide.~Here widely wandering, ivy-suckers creep,~
 4    16| Zerbino clears~The field so widely, where those champions war,~
 5    17|  heard from all that rubble widely spread.~As a wolf sorely
 6    24|    Brandimart did fare;~And widely wandered from him, who again~
 7    31|     he no longer spied,~Now widely distant with the warrior'
 8    31|    the passage blocked, and widely stain~With crimson what
 9    32|   Already so well-grown and widely spread~Were the bright tresses
10    35|  left behind her, hear!~Who widely is a wanton baggage hight,~
11    41| horse lies low;~And issuing widely from the warrior's head~
12    42|   aye her praises should be widely blown:~John James alike
13    43|     the starboard hand,~Not widely distant from them, lies
14    44|    with reign,~Dispensed so widely to a worthless train.~ ~
15    46|    in that fierce close~His widely crimsoned arms, nor can