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  1     I|     desires he spied,~And noble heart of rest impatient;~To wealth
  2     I|     High were his thoughts, his heart was bold in fight,~No shameful
  3     I|       And left her image in his heart ypight;~Her sweet idea wandered
  4     I|     conceived a fear~Within his heart, but kept it secret there.~ ~
  5     I|      begun,~Sweet music to each heart for war prepared,~The soldiers
  6     I|    cursed thoughts in his false heart renew.~ ~ LXXXIII~This aged
  7     I|     knot?~ ~ LXXXIX~His villain heart his cursed rage restrained,~
  8    II|         Her visage set Olindo's heart on fire,~O subtle love,
  9    II|        whose fact hath made thy heart so wroth."~ ~ XX~Her molest
 10    II|     wild?~Or hath fond love thy heart so over-gone?~Wouldst thou
 11    II|       unused, began~To feel his heart relent, with mere compassion,~
 12    II|   weaker body lodged the nobler heart:~Yet him she saw lament,
 13    II|    strong of hand,~Bold was his heart, and restless was his sprite,~
 14    II|      laid his right hand on his heart,~Bent down his head, and
 15    II|    again with fell and spiteful heart,~So lions roar enclosed
 16    II|       him brought:~Yet his fell heart thought long that little
 17    II|        they had addressed;~Each heart attends, each longing eye
 18   III|     flood,~That from my melting heart distilled is,~Receive in
 19   III|        up, to arms, for valiant heart despiseth~The threatened
 20   III|         Lord Tancredi came,~His heart with rage, his eyes with
 21   III|        was before,~Who felt her heart with love's hot fever quake,~"
 22   III|     said nor more nor less,~Her heart with sighs, her eyes with
 23   III|       hot desire to cover,~Till heart with sighs, and eyes with
 24   III|       would him reave his cruel heart on live."~Thus said she,
 25   III|      The God of Love did in thy heart compile,~The same that left
 26   III|      lighting place except this heart."~ ~ XXV~At last resolved,
 27   III|     This wretched bosom, and my heart out rive,~Given thee long
 28   III|       long in war,~And fearless heart, make him renowned far.~ ~
 29   III|     head, and pierced Algazar's heart,~And their proud souls down
 30    IV|      field, yet lost we not our heart.~ ~ XVI~"Go then, my strength,
 31    IV|      sword against his fellow's heart,~Thus kill them all or spoil
 32    IV|        thoughts of each ungodly heart~With secret mischief, anger,
 33    IV|         nor power,~Nor durst my heart declare it waxed afraid,~
 34    IV|         let the tyrant have his heart's desire,~Let him perform
 35    IV|        LXVII~Thus was his noble heart long time betwixt~Fear and
 36    IV|         mercy find~The gentlest heart on earth is proved unkind.~ ~
 37    IV|       and pierced each worthy's heart;~Each one condoleth with
 38    IV|      cliffs aloft:~Hard is that heart which beauty makes not soft.~ ~
 39    IV|         dare prove her~On every heart thus shone this lustful
 40     V|        fitly call,~And made his heart rejoice, for well he knew,~
 41     V|         and crowns had won.~His heart was puffed up with endless
 42     V|  unperceived ran;~It filled his heart with malice, strife and
 43     V|         every vein his poisoned heart to reach,~It swelled his
 44     V|         It swelled his scornful heart, and forth it ran~At his
 45     V|  fancies in his idle brain,~His heart with slanders new did overcharge,~
 46     V|     Wherewith foul envy did his heart inspire.~Rinaldo heard him
 47     V|          as pleased his eye and heart,~At head and breast oft
 48     V|       soften much the warrior's heart,~And make his wilful thoughts
 49     V|    Guelpho answered thus: "What heart can bear~Such slanders false,
 50     V|        the frost which his hard heart embraced,~And gainst his
 51     V|         Could make the chastest heart feel love's sweet pain,~
 52     V|       find~Could not Tancredi's heart to loveward move,~His sails
 53     V|        their ear, but not their heart,~Love calls it folly, whatso
 54     V|    words he spake,~To make them heart again and courage take.~ ~
 55    VI|        like Hector strong,~With heart unfeared, and courage stern
 56    VI|         While he was armed, his heart for ire nigh brake,~So yearned
 57    VI|   joints, his courage dead,~His heart amazed, his paleness showed
 58    VI|         his passage over Otho's heart,~And cried, "These fools
 59    VI|  Argantes fared, when his proud heart~Wound upon wound, and shame
 60    VI|        darkness won~The valiant heart of noble knight takes keep:"~
 61    VI|       to forbear, doth wound my heart right deep:~Yet will I stay,
 62    VI|     mind she wist,~Laid ope her heart for Cupid's shaft to hit,~
 63    VI|        free, captivated was her heart,~And love the keys did of
 64    VI|        A hotter fire her tender heart assays:~Tancred at last,
 65    VI|      she surveyed,~And felt her heart tremble with fear and pain,~
 66    VI|       witness what distress her heart was in;~Hopeless, dismayed,
 67    VI|      that unquiet sleeping,~Her heart with panting sore; eyes,
 68    VI|    belong,~Nor did the gods thy heart of iron frame;~To be in
 69    VI|        so cruel be?~Love in his heart thy grief and sorrows writeth,~
 70    VI|     Assembled in her unresolved heart~An hundred passions strove
 71    VI|   tender bosom opened wide,~And heart though pierced with his
 72    VI|         were perished quite?~My heart dares much, it soars with
 73    VI|         air,~How comforts it my heart, my soul, my thought?~Through
 74   VII|       others' good,~Can move my heart, contented with mine own:~
 75   VII|    pleasant groves perchance my heart,~Of her discomforts, may
 76   VII|        woful death his stubborn heart may move,~With tears and
 77   VII|       this fight;~And thy false heart cleft with this vengeful
 78   VII|         fear the coward Pagan's heart.~ ~ XLIV~Toward the bridge
 79   VII|       words contend,~But in his heart kept close his griefs and
 80   VII|         even now that wants the heart,~When this vile Pagan with
 81   VII|         in the field;~His noble heart esteemed the glory light,~
 82   VII|     another blade,"~When in his heart a better thought arose,~
 83   VII|      that perceived in his wise heart,~How his bold knights to
 84   VII|       soldiers stayed amazed in heart and mind,~The terror such
 85   VII|          And valiant Raiphe his heart blood there out bled,~The
 86  VIII|        was ashamed in his noble heart,~That never act he did deserved
 87  VIII|       knight,~I know not if his heart in sunder rived~For dear
 88  VIII|      mighty band,~With fearless heart and constant breast he flies;~
 89  VIII|  explain,~So sore amazed was my heart and head;~But when I opened
 90  VIII|    gazed on them like one whose heart denieth~To think that done,
 91  VIII|       made his ears amazed, his heart aghast.~ ~ XLVII~Now when
 92  VIII|        him grieve,~Fears in his heart, doubts in his bosom dwell,~
 93  VIII|     trusty friends?~His villain heart is full of fraud and guile,~
 94  VIII|          and wrath his troubled heart:~The man awaked, and from
 95  VIII|    perform,~Tear out his cursed heart without remorse,~The nest
 96    IX|       have thought,~Glad in his heart, and inly well apayed,~That
 97    IX|    Tiber's bank,~To whose stout heart in fights and bloody frays,~
 98    IX|         him sustain,~Except his heart were forged of steel or
 99    IX|       thrust,~Quite through the heart, where life doth chiefly
100    IX|        passing bell.~His marble heart such soft impression tries,~
101     X|        in his breast, his proud heart rent in twain,~Two inward
102     X|      thought,~If in thy skilful heart this lot be writ,~To tell
103     X|        of marvel is my troubled heart,~Tell then and leave me
104     X|        wish too bold,~To mortal heart such knowledge never fell;~
105     X|    sacred Heaven's decree,~This heart to her I never will subject,~
106    XI|     tower doth reach,~His noble heart, when Godfrey this beheld,~
107    XI|  Godfrey parted, parted eke the heart, .~The strength and fortune
108    XI|       that cheered each fearful heart;~Thereat new strength they
109   XII|         in harms.~ ~ VIII~"This heart of mine death's bitter stroke
110   XII|        danger can affright~Your heart, nor tired is your strength
111   XII|      should leave this hold,~My heart their noble lives far worthier
112   XII|         to thine ill,~Thy cruel heart is to thy loss prepared,~
113   XII|         quoth she,~`Who dost my heart and inward mourning see,~ ~
114   XII|    darksome skies~Care from his heart had ta'en, sight from his
115   XII|    Uncivil wretch, hath made my heart more wroth."~ ~ LXII~Ire
116   XII|     sins with waters pure:"~His heart relenting nigh in sunder
117   XII|         to his virtues gave his heart in guard,~Bridling his grief,
118   XII|        man,~His life within his heart they close up pent,~Death
119   XII|        this bosom, and my cruel heart~In pieces cleave, break
120   XII|    sweet words to his afflicted heart~More grief, more anguish,
121   XII|         words of comfort to his heart down went,~And that dark
122   XII|       and the hold,~Still in my heart thy wonted brands I have~
123   XII|         no tear there went,~His heart was hardened with his too
124   XII|       this sword~Till Tancred's heart it cleave, and shed his
125  XIII|        infernal king,~He hath a heart of hardened adamant~That
126  XIII|          A bitter sorrow by the heart him bit,~Amazed, ashamed,
127  XIII|      fear,~His valor, boldness, heart and courage brave,~To his
128  XIII|        quickly vanished, in his heart arised~When lo, between
129  XIII|          Oh be not cruel as thy heart is bold,~Pardon these ghosts
130  XIII|      trembling waxed his frozen heart,~Such strange effects, such
131  XIII|            XLVI~Thus his fierce heart which death had scorned
132   XIV|        should drown,~To set his heart on things so base and vild,~
133   XIV|         Peter, to whose sapient heart~High Heaven his secrets
134   XIV|       so bold face, so fearless heart as he?~Beat down these walls,
135   XIV|   thought tell now,~"How can my heart," quoth he, "if you I love,~
136   XIV|      not if I wake or sleep,~My heart is drowned in such amazement
137   XIV|          my skill with pride my heart inflamed.~ ~ XLV~"So learned,
138   XIV|         I then begun,~And at my heart, puffed up with folly's
139   XIV|         changed my thoughts, my heart, my will,~And rules mine
140   XIV|        Which late congealed the heart of that fair dame,~Who late
141   XIV|       sup thereof the drinker's heart doth bring~To sudden joy,
142   XIV|        and disdain may move~His heart to leave that base and servile
143    XV|  confess,~And all whereby man's heart may knowledge get,~That
144    XV|      this high desire~Thy noble heart, yet cannot I consent;~For
145    XV| trembling fear through his bold heart was spread,~His native wrath
146    XV|     stand,~But fled away, their heart and courage lost,~When Lord
147   XVI|        to me,~For painted in my heart and portrayed right~Thy
148   XVI|        blood began to warm, his heart to rise,~Though, drunk with
149   XVI|       backward gone,~And in her heart a bitter echo made;~Poor
150   XVI|          quoth she,~"Of my poor heart, and half with thee dost
151   XVI|         Conquered his will, his heart ruth softened not,~There
152   XVI|        or could.~From your wise heart that fond affection drive:~
153   XVI|        of pity, ruth, or tender heart,~Could not my griefs, my
154   XVI|       him, take him, cleave his heart,~Such vengeance fits a wronged
155   XVI|       other means shall work my heart's desire,~To thee, my beauty,
156   XVI|     most deserves the blame,~My heart and sex, that weak and tender
157  XVII|        s heat or make his proud heart yield,~But when he grew
158  XVII|        my soul shall please, my heart content:~ ~ XLVIII~"So please,
159  XVII|        discourteous knight,~His heart unworthy is, shootress divine,~
160  XVII|       thee it.~ ~ L~"I will his heart with this sharp sword divide,~
161  XVII|           Fair Queen, I see~Thy heart is stout, thy thoughts courageous
162  XVII|        the skies,~And fills thy heart with high and noble thought,~
163  XVII|          May cleave the Pagan's heart, and shed his blood."~To
164 XVIII|         thoughts yet grieve, my heart is still dismayed,~And here
165 XVIII|    hundred sighs from her false heart upflies,~She sobs, she mourns,
166 XVIII|      pity mollifies,~What stony heart resists a woman's tear?~
167 XVIII|       else pierce therewith the heart~Of thy forsaken and despised
168 XVIII|        breast, and through this heart unkind~To this fair tree
169 XVIII|       To me the secrets of that heart of his~And hidden thoughts
170   XIX|     said, "Whereon doth thy sad heart devise?~Think'st thou this
171   XIX|       limbs far greater was, of heart as stout:~Tancred laid low
172   XIX|    weapon touch, but pierce his heart,~To catch his point Prince
173   XIX|       feared naught, for in his heart~Found coward dread no place,
174   XIX|        XLIV~The Pagans gathered heart at last, though fear~Their
175   XIX|   promise passed,~Hath freed my heart of all the griefs it had,~
176   XIX|  therefore I list not tarry,~My heart abhors I should this hand
177   XIX|       lost~My wit, my sense, my heart, my soul almost.~ ~ XCIII~"
178   XIX|        voice's sound~Pierced my heart, my breast's weak fortress
179   XIX|       Erminia, but captived her heart,~Mine was the body, his
180   XIX|         so surely bind~About my heart, which none can loose but
181   XIX|      dread,~Pierced through her heart with sorrow, grief and pine,~
182   XIX|      Nor rest nor reason in his heart could find.~But to the Duke
183    XX|         his speech thereat took heart:~And as the mountain snow
184    XX|        some want strength, some heart, some elbow-room.~ ~ XVI~"
185    XX|        intreat,~For through his heart he pierced, and his seat,~
186    XX|    Small while they stood, with heart and hardy face,~On their
187    XX|         it went,~And pierce her heart which so unkind could prove,~
188    XX|    missed or hit,~Her eyes, her heart, her wishes followed it.~ ~
189    XX|    hardness be,~Which makes his heart so cruel and so hard,~No
190    XX|     prowess, might, and valiant heart,~All strength is weak, all
191    XX|          he needs no more whose heart is good:~ ~ LXXXV~But coming
192    XX|         Of vengeance; wrath his heart; shame filled his face;~
193    XX|  quenched that fire,~And in his heart an hundred passions fought,~
194    XX|       his weapon in the Pagan's heart,~The castle where man's
195    XX|        thin?~See, see, my naked heart, on this alone~Employ your
196    XX|   stroke of love,~Death for thy heart must salve and surgeon prove.~ ~
197    XX|         prevent her death whose heart forlorn~For thee, for thee
198    XX|        grace afford~As from thy heart this cloud this veil unfold~
199    XX|      then his proud and haughty heart~To act of humbleness did