Canto

1     1|      weary damsel spread,~Her eye-balls bathed in slumber's balmy
2    14| decent vest,~Fraud rolled her eye-balls humbly in her head;~And
3    25|      hair.~I gravely moved my eye-balls, nor confest,~By gesture
4    28|       the same.~ ~ XXVII~"His eye-balls seem deep-buried in his
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