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1   III|    And with the fall his leg opprest so sore,~That for a space
2   III|      his feeble eyes uneath,~Opprest with leaden sleep, of iron
3   III| death our valiant leader had opprest,~Come wreak his loss, whom
4   III|     winds, that Trojan ships opprest,~And with his countenance
5   III|     high estate, and Antioch opprest,~I see not, Boemond, that
6    IV|    haughty down or raise the opprest;~Nor greater glory brings
7   VII|   Antioch by cunning sleight opprest;~The battle eke with many
8  VIII|    he not, but senseless lay opprest~With strange amazedness