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 1    II|     gainst the morning star.~ ~ XCII~Godfredo then: "Depart,
 2    IV|     clouds of grief and woe.~ ~ XCII~Her double charm of smiles
 3     V| conquest, fame and victory."~ ~ XCII~Their hopes half dead and
 4    VI|       simple were her skill.~ ~ XCII~The rugged steel oppressed
 5   VII|     neither cares nor knows.~ ~ XCII~Among a thousand blows the
 6    IX|     Pagan knights and lords.~ ~ XCII~These fifty champions were,
 7   XII|         forbear these tears.~ ~ XCII~"Thine be the thanks, my
 8  XVII|      grass, of oak, of bays.~ ~ XCII~"His graver age, as well
 9 XVIII|     cheerful speech revives.~ ~ XCII~The angel Michael, to all
10   XIX|    maids them naught esteem.~ ~ XCII~"That night fatal to me
11    XX|      was. and near the host;~ ~ XCII~Into the field he came,