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 1    VI|    die in field."~The great Circassian bent his frowning eyes,~
 2    VI|  admired.~ ~ XLIV~The proud Circassian saw his streaming blood,~
 3    VI|    see the strength of this Circassian wood,~And not with horror
 4   VII|     thought he on his proud Circassian foe,~And said, "Ah! how
 5   VII|  sit.~ ~ LXXXVII~The fierce Circassian missed of his blow,~A thing
 6   VII|     on the mould;~The proud Circassian scant believed his eyes,~
 7    IX|     Clorinda went the proud Circassian by,~So from a piece two
 8     X|  And though to you our good Circassian friend~In terms too bold
 9     X|     Sullen and sad, sat the Circassian stout,~Like a fierce lion
10    XI| from the height,~The strong Circassian cast that wondrous weight;~ ~
11   XIX|    VI~"Descend," the fierce Circassian gan reply,~"Alone, or all
12   XIX|  Tancred, "Shall the strong Circassian rest~In this broad field,