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 1     I|         this our homes we first forsook,~And from our native soil
 2    II|   comfort, hope, the virgin all forsook;~Wrath killed remorse, vengeance
 3    IV|   courtesy is in prize,~That we forsook so fair a chevisance,~For
 4     V|    wicked lust so leads~That he forsook his Saviour with mischance;~
 5     V|        In secret sort then each forsook his tent,~And as blind Cupid
 6   VII|         who for that false maid~Forsook his country and religion
 7   VII| prisoner take,~The town he thus forsook, and on the green~He ran,
 8    IX|   corpse,~With ugly painfulness forsook her hold,~And deeply mourned
 9   XII|       my carcass draws,~There I forsook thee, the wild waters seem~
10   XVI|       not he nor fight for fear forsook,~But followed her, drawn
11  XVII|         Normans, Guichard there forsook~The field, till then who
12   XIX|       For none of Raymond's men forsook their lord,~But to their