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 1   III|    lifted up his feeble eyes uneath,~Opprest with leaden sleep,
 2    IV| causeless hatred, endless is uneath.~ ~ LX~"And so he trusts
 3     V|     offence could greater be uneath,~And yet the place the fault
 4     V|  that Neptune bears the load uneath,~From Egypt come they all,
 5    IX|    gan deride,~He lifting up uneath his feeble eyes,~To his
 6    IX|   they slew, I could recount uneath~In vain the Turks resist,
 7     X|  this joy yet Godfrey smiled uneath.~In his wise thought such
 8   XII|   thy proffered aid required uneath,~I but a woman am, no loss
 9   XII|      and weary, faint, alive uneath,~They both retired at once,
10    XX|     dreadful thing, believed uneath,~He laughed for pain, and