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1    II|     foaming steed with froary bit to steer,~To tilt and tourney,
2   III|           XLV~The angry Pagan bit his lips for teen,~He ran,
3   VII|   against the sand below,~And bit his lips for rage, and cursed
4    IX| weapon on his hardened helmet bit,~No puissant stroke his
5  XIII|       sorrow by the heart him bit,~Amazed, ashamed, disgraced,
6   XIX|     beguiled."~ ~ XV~Tancredi bit his lip for scorn and shame,~
7   XIX|      yet answered naught,~But bit his lips, and grieved in
8    XX|   king, the guiltless land he bit,~That now keeps him, because