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 1    18|       the burden, weening his Medore~Had done the same by it,
 2    19|      he marked the absence of Medore,~It seemed as if his heart
 3    19| furious heat, he springs upon Medore,~Exclaiming, "Thou of this
 4    19|      a mighty space lay young Medore,~Spouting his life-blood
 5    19|    day to day in beauty waxed Medore:~She miserably wasted; like
 6    19|    Angelica permits the young Medore.~Was none so blest as in
 7    23| Whither ofttimes, attended by Medore,~From the near shepherd'
 8    23|     homestead where the young Medore~Lay wounded, and was here
 9    23|    his farm had carried young Medore,~Grievously wounded with
10    23|      the caverned rock,~Where Medore and Angelica were read!~
11    29|     Arrives Angelica with her Medore,~Who, as you have been told