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  1     I|         fight far off or charge at hand,~All valiant Normans by
  2    II|       thence, and by your princely hand transport,~In Macon's sacred
  3    II|            this were act of mortal hand,~Or else the Prince of Heaven'
  4    II|         discovered not~What guilty hand this sacrilege had wrought,~
  5    II|        faulter here in sight,~This hand committed that supposed
  6    II|    answered him, "envied~Another's hand should work my high desire,~
  7    II|        nobler humor fed,~Her lofty hand would of itself refuse~To
  8    II|        young, she used with tender hand~The foaming steed with froary
  9    II|        stout of courage, strong of hand,~Bold was his heart, and
 10    II|          LXI~Aletes laid his right hand on his heart,~Bent down
 11    II|      therefore in that unconquered hand~The precious handle of this
 12    II|           and breaking, wound your hand.~ ~ LXXII~"The Greekish
 13    II|            mercy, and his powerful hand~Will keep us safe from hurt
 14   III|            their commander singled hand for hand,~A mighty man at
 15   III|         commander singled hand for hand,~A mighty man at arms, who
 16   III|          the baron lifts his armed hand~To strike the maid, but
 17   III|            No stroke of thy strong hand~Can vanquish Tancred, but
 18   III|         cried, "Oh stay thy cursed hand,"~And for to ward the blow
 19   III|          bulwarks rend,~That so by hand may win this hold, and we~
 20    IV|           still nearest are, --~At hand was Satan, ready ere men
 21    IV|         Armida took this charge on hand,~A tender piece, for beauty,
 22    IV|       waited I, unhappy maid,~What hand should first pluck up my
 23    IV|     conquests brave,~By that right hand, and by those temples pure~
 24     V|           in power, in strength of hand.~ ~ II~But first the prince,
 25     V|            trembled, for he saw at hand~Pale death, and neither
 26     V|            brunt alone.~ ~ XXX~His hand, too quick to execute his
 27     V|          may seem an arm without a hand,~Amid our troops unless
 28    VI|           of fate shall this right hand ere long,~Return victorious:
 29    VI|        stomach, and in strength of hand,~In pride, presumption,
 30    VI|       woods and mountains all nigh hand resound;~Yet could not all
 31    VI|        lieth,~He wisely guides his hand, his foot, his eye,~This
 32    VI|           cursed weeds her cunning hand did know,~That could augment
 33    VI|            thou win,~When thy soft hand doth wholesome plaisters
 34    VI|       Until the Christian tents at hand she spied.~ ~ CIII~Invested
 35   VII|            shady treen,~Her feeble hand the bridle reins forlore,~
 36   VII|          she found,~At whose right hand his little flock did feed,~
 37   VII|       guide,~His strong victorious hand still made him way:~Yet
 38   VII|           not betide,~On one man's hand to venture all his host!~
 39   VII|            him I took it, fighting hand to hand,~And took his life
 40   VII|          took it, fighting hand to hand,~And took his life with
 41   VII|           then some other come, by hand and hand,~Come all, come
 42   VII|            other come, by hand and hand,~Come all, come forth on
 43   VII|           not one man dares combat hand to hand,~In all the thousands
 44   VII|           man dares combat hand to hand,~In all the thousands of
 45   VII|         race:~Raymond at his right hand let slide his steed,~And
 46   VII|      nimble steed obeyed his ready hand,~And where he stept no print
 47   VII|            danger bear:~But lo, at hand unseen was help divine,~
 48   VII|         onset vain,~And wounds his hand, which he outstretched saw,~
 49  VIII|            weapon wound Godfredo's hand;~Kindle debate, infect with
 50  VIII|           his knee,~And kissed the hand that made proud Babel tremble;~"
 51  VIII|        looks and death sate in his hand.~ ~ XX~"Thus fought we till
 52  VIII|           glad I think of death at hand,~The signs of heavenly joy
 53  VIII|        appear,~With each a lamp in hand, who said, `O son~In that
 54  VIII|           with broad our-stretched hand,~And mumbled hymns and psalms
 55  VIII|        sought to aspire,~His right hand closed held his weapon bright,~
 56  VIII|            stepped,~And forced his hand that needless weapon spare:~`
 57  VIII|            from strong to stronger hand,~Who with like force can
 58  VIII|        message send,~Thee with His hand shall guide, keep and defend.~ ~
 59  VIII|           soldiers whispered under hand,~And here and there the
 60  VIII|         parted;~ ~ LIII~"His right hand wanted eke, with many a
 61  VIII|           stood,~Of head and right hand both but lately spoiled,~
 62  VIII|           lately spoiled,~His left hand bore the head, whose visage
 63  VIII|           thine ire,~Arm thy right hand, and strengthen every part."~
 64  VIII|       governed still~By this false hand, contaminate with blood?~
 65  VIII|            thou knowest this right hand of mine~Abhorred ever civil
 66  VIII|        that stood,~And in his left hand had a splendent shield~Wherewith
 67  VIII|          chieftain good,~His other hand a naked sword did wield,~
 68    IX|         shoulders hung,~And in her hand a bow was, stiff and strong.~ ~
 69    IX|            At last, "Is this right hand," quoth he, "so weak,~That
 70    IX|            blood and run on either hand:~The Lord of heaven meanwhile
 71    IX|        shape and show,~At his left hand, Saturn he left and Jove,~
 72    IX|               LXIX~Gernier's right hand she from his arm divided,~
 73    IX|          had received a wound;~The hand his sword still held, although
 74    IX|            his chance what came to hand,~And with great acts amid
 75    IX|          chance awaits thee from a hand more strong,~Which by my
 76    IX|            twine;~A dart his right hand shaked, prest to throw;~
 77    IX|      stretched forth his murdering hand,~To spoil those gifts, whereof
 78    IX|         bear his mighty targe,~His hand to rule his heavy sword
 79    IX|     himself should murder with his hand,~Because none else should
 80     X|         lord or guide,~Quickly his hand upon the reins he laid,~
 81     X|        reins, and with a mastering hand~Ruled his steeds, and whipped
 82     X|          them about.~At their left hand down went they from the
 83     X|       craggy stone,~Wrought out by hand a number years tofore,~And
 84     X|           brambles bore,~His right hand sought the passage through
 85     X|            our advice!~But on your hand your hope of conquest lay,~
 86     X|         lies and fables were,~This hand shall prove upon that coward'
 87     X|            and trenchant sword~His hand held high aloft in threatening
 88    XI|        Clarimont by mighty Urban's hand~When I was girded with this
 89    XI|        feathered weel.~In her left hand her bow was bended strong,~
 90    XI|       tears,~And through his right hand thrust the piercing sting;~
 91    XI|            his forehead light,~His hand he lifted up to feel the
 92    XI|      chanced right,~And nailed his hand unto his wounded face,~He
 93    XI|           blood shed by a virgin's hand.~ ~ XLV~While Palamede stood
 94    XI|          with a long beech tree in hand,~Ran thither, this huge
 95    XI|           let the Pagans bless thy hand for it,~For by that shot
 96    XI|     therefore:~ ~ LVI~And with his hand he beckoned Guelpho near,~
 97    XI|            he proved, now with his hand,~Now with his hand, now
 98    XI|        with his hand,~Now with his hand, now with his instrument~
 99    XI|          and wound~No human art or hand so soon makes sound:~ ~
100    XI|          sturdy lance in his right hand he braced,~His shield he
101    XI|        heat and haste he goes,~And hand to hand there combats with
102    XI|         haste he goes,~And hand to hand there combats with his foes;~ ~
103   XII|         But that was all a woman's hand could do.~ ~ IV~"On birds
104   XII|       dreadful threat,~In thy weak hand thou took'st withouten dread;~
105   XII|         far from the brim,~My left hand bore thee, with the right
106   XII|       reels.~ ~ LXV~The prince his hand upon her shield doth stretch,~
107   XII|          heaven and sun,~Her naked hand she gave the knight, in
108   XII|         did this night,~Ah, coward hand, afraid why should'st thou
109   XII|               LXXXII~"O fair right hand, the pledge of faith and
110   XII|          greet,~Nor yet by cunning hand of Scopas wrought,~But built
111   XII|       these griefs oppressed,~This hand she knows hath only sinned,
112  XIII|      obeyed and took the charge in hand,~And under every branch
113  XIII|        Himself for wonder with his hand he blist,~A bitter sorrow
114  XIII|         torment,~Out of his feeble hand his weapon start,~Himself
115   XIV|       first great wars must by thy hand be done,~Much blood be shed,
116   XIV|            army's head, and he the hand,~No other champion can his
117   XIV|      strength, their shield, their hand;~ ~ XXIV~"To me my nephew,
118   XIV|      trusty help, when strength of hand thou needs,~In idleness
119   XIV|         bold of courage, strong of hand,~Guelpho was glad he did
120   XIV|      raught down low,~In his right hand a rod, and on the flood~
121    XV|            Sardinia on their right hand left.~ ~ XXI~Numidia's mighty
122   XVI|          this did art with curious hand compile~In the rich metal
123   XVI|       would have caught him by the hand or cloak,~But he stepped
124  XVII|      tresses hoar.~ ~ XI~His right hand did his precious sceptre
125  XVII|          first held in his upright hand~Of severe justice the unpartial
126  XVII|           purchased by strength of hand.~To battle strong unfit,
127  XVII|          matchless for strength of hand,~Great was his praise, his
128  XVII|         gown tucked up, and in her hand a bow;~In her sweet face
129  XVII|          take this sceptre at your hand," he said,~"And with your
130  XVII|          sceptre is upstayed,~This hand can use them both with skill
131  XVII|         with skill and might,~This hand of mine can strike, and
132  XVII|           s will,~And Jove's right hand with thunders cast from
133  XVII|         Your just, strong, valiant hand in battle shall~Employ it
134  XVII|            s sake,~Grant that this hand which holds this weapon
135 XVIII|            his shield he bore,~One hand the ladder held whereon
136 XVIII|    threateneth those,~Now with his hand outstretched the battlement~
137 XVIII|            his friendly conquering hand,~And next himself helped
138   XIX|           or calm his ire~If other hand his foe should foil or kill.~
139   XIX|           be, cut off by my strong hand."~This said, together with
140   XIX|       Quick, nimble, ready both of hand and foot;~But higher by
141   XIX|            doth prevent,~His ready hand the Pagan turned so,~That
142   XIX|         and fast he came~As if his hand could not o'ertake his will,~
143   XIX|           arm bent,~With his right hand meanwhile the man's right
144   XIX|       skill, who knows,~His better hand loose and in freedom found;~
145   XIX|           But the good Prince, his hand more fit for blows,~With
146   XIX|           XXIII~He joined his left hand to her sister strong,~And
147   XIX|         lake,~Helped with his left hand, on one knee he tried~To
148   XIX|            his speed,~On his right hand, at last, laid on the ground~
149   XIX|          the ground~He leaned, his hand weak like a shaking reed,~
150   XIX|                L~And now his armed hand that castle great~Would
151   XIX|           cheek leaned on her lily hand,~Her eyes, love's twinkling
152   XIX|            His left eye viewed her hand, her face, his right~Both
153   XIX|        strong foe;~Else shall this hand his person captive bring~
154   XIX|         heart abhors I should this hand defile~With spot of treason,
155   XIX|           lift me by the trembling hand from ground,~Nor stayed
156   XIX|       round,~Hardly I scaped their hand by mature flight.~And fled
157   XIX|           when they went to combat hand for hand,~He bade them stay
158   XIX|            went to combat hand for hand,~He bade them stay behind,
159   XIX|         giant, bold, and strong of hand,~This king upon an elephant
160    XX|          in eternal night~A famous hand gives each his fatal hour;~
161    XX|          and fortified~At his left hand which stood his army by,~
162    XX|            all lands,~On the right hand he set, somedeal aside,~
163    XX|            what bow it comes, what hand perchance.~ ~ XIX~"I ask
164    XX|            order good, his foes at hand he spied,~Like the new moon
165    XX|          his commander's spur, his hand, his sound,~He chafes, he
166    XX|         forth drew~With her strong hand a fine and trenchant blade,~
167    XX|            a trance,~Ismael's left hand cut off fell in the dust,~
168    XX|           fell down by chance:~The hand let go the bridle where
169    XX|         was overthrown,~And by his hand, the bodies dead among,~
170    XX|          noble mind,~He stayed his hand and strook the dame no more:~
171    XX|         Ormondo false, whose cruel hand~Was armed and prest to give
172    XX| displeasure,~Three times her angry hand the bow updrew,~And thrice
173    XX|        shot that flies from eye or hand I see~Hurts him, such rigor
174    XX|            doubt,~Though his right hand by proof too well he know,~
175    XX|       supplied in him;~In his left hand his heavy shield he hent,~
176    XX|         his curtlax trim~His right hand drew, nor for more arms
177    XX|            To venge their loss his hand recorded brings,~The troop
178    XX|           hath wrought,~For by his hand a hundred knights were slain,~
179    XX|            love to have:~Her dying hand let go the bridle quite,~
180    XX|         did he then? with his left hand the knight~Would hold her
181    XX|        side his arm he placed,~His hand her girdle loosed, her gown
182    XX|          arm, with weak and feeble hand~She would have thrust away,
183    XX|       shame.~Yet let not thy false hand bereave this breath,~For
184    XX|           post,~By Godfrey's noble hand killed with one wound,~And
185    XX|        sought in vain,~Some famous hand of which he might be slain;~ ~
186    XX|        drew,~"Behold of thy strong hand I come to die,~Yet trust