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 1     2|        XLIII~"Each polished turret shines with such a ray~That
 2    10|     Beneath the shadow of a turret hoar,~Which rose beside
 3    18|    First in the bottom of a turret pent.~ ~ XCI~Thither they
 4    21| nigh every day~To the close turret where the prisoner lay.~ ~
 5    22| With peril sore of life. On turret high,~Upon first sight of
 6    24|   steep and broken banks: a turret gray~Was builded by the
 7    32|  comes"; and oft ascended~A turret, from whose top she might
 8    33|   er every wall, o'er every turret high,~Some swiftly to the
 9    40| break the gate and make the turret bow,~Speedily to the city
10    40|     and fire, and roof, and turret there,~In guise of tempest
11    40|  river, locked in that high turret are.~Few throughout Africa