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 1   III|     these gates and bulwarks rend,~That so by hand may win
 2    IV|     tyrant's hateful head we rend:~Nor seemed I forward in
 3   VII|   erst was dry.~The tempests rend the oaks and cedars brake,~
 4     X|   arm of thine that well can rend~From Godfrey's brow the
 5     X| there another ragged peasant rend~The arms and garments from
 6    XI|    their rams to naught they rend,~And all unfit for further
 7   XII|    fell monster me in pieces rend,~And deep entomb me in his
 8   XII|      him, he gan to tear and rend~His hair, his face, his
 9  XIII|      lie in deepest hell~And rend with torments damned ghosts
10    XX|     draw blood, one wound or rend his skin?~All other breasts