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No wonder such woe befell the Ancient Mariner through killing one.
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Never hath woman won such woe through a dear one.
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A thousand curses upon a tipple that caused such woe!
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I knew not the blackness of the spirit that beguiled her, and wrought such woe.
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Would move his steadfast purpose; for such woe
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There was never such woe in this world.
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If you listened, you never heard such woe.
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Octa was bound, and led to London, and Ebissa, and Ossa-wasnever to them such woe.
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But ye, who are ye, in whom such woe distills, as I see, down your cheeks?
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Death hath wrought me such woe through one, that I must stand joyless till my life's end.
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If he had not wrought her such woe, he might have gone often and boldly into her presence.
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But most of all he cursed his wife that she had wrought him such woe, saying to Hyllus-
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How shall I describe such woe?
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Were thy law and my religion made for this, to wreak such woe upon those who follow them?
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Dietrich trembled at the news, and was passing doleful, for never in this world had he known such woe.
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Could there indeed be mirth anywhere-nay ,sonear at hand-whilesuch woe dwelt in the house I had left?
