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  1     I|       knight ysprong of princes' blood.~ ~ XXXVIII~A thousand were
  2     I|    Christian swords with Persian blood were dyed,~The furious Prince
  3     I|      felt the sore,~She lost her blood, he spent his life therefore.~ ~
  4     I|      wrought,~That now than ever blood he thirsteth more?~So stings
  5    II|         lamb thus offered up her blood,~To save the rest of Christ'
  6    II|         you trust~To spend their blood, that could scarce spare
  7   III|        whose streams were purple blood~That flowed here, to cleanse
  8   III|           An easy labor harmless blood to spill,~Strike then, and
  9   III|        dogs imbrued in sweat and blood,~That bite not, till the
 10   III|         But shook his sword with blood of Dudon stained.~ ~ XLVII~
 11    IV|       mouth, that foamed clotted blood,~Gaped like a whirlpool
 12    IV|      thirst to drink my lukewarm blood,~So grieveth me, as this
 13    IV|   cruelty he meant,~My guiltless blood must quench the ceaseless
 14    IV|      distil,~Redeem the drops of blood, he thirsts to spill.~ ~
 15    IV|          Preserve this guiltless blood they seek to spill;~Thine
 16     V|       face appear,~With dust and blood his locks were loathly dight,~
 17     V|      noble hands in our unguilty blood?~By wounding Christians,
 18     V|       best to warm them in their blood,~Against them threw the
 19    VI|          Wide was the wound, the blood outstreamed fast,~And from
 20    VI|     Circassian saw his streaming blood,~Down from his wound, as
 21    VI|       earth; on that, their warm blood lies.~And at each rush and
 22    VI|     courage did appal,~Her vital blood was icy cold within;~Sometimes
 23    VI|     discomfort were,~She saw his blood from his deep wounds distil,~
 24    VI|     strong to shed thy darling's blood,~Of such reward he may himself
 25    VI|           Strength to his limbs, blood to his cheeks so thin,~And
 26    VI|        each his horns in others' blood imbrue;~Yet mean not I the
 27   VII|       helmet bruised,~And in his blood is other arms did bathe;~
 28   VII|           which yet had drawn no blood,~And with such force upon
 29   VII|           And with his streaming blood his bases dyed:~ ~ XLII~
 30   VII|        peace, and such desire of blood,~Such thirst of glory, boiled
 31   VII|       great swollen with ire and blood,~His dreadful gestures threatened
 32   VII|          His locks with clods of blood and dust bedight,~And living
 33   VII|      with it, and many a lake~Of blood with it I have shed since
 34   VII|         That on his arms the red blood trickled down,~And yet himself
 35   VII|      thievish Frenchman's guilty blood,~I promise thee thy sovereign
 36   VII|      hauberk strong,~Some little blood down trickled on the grass;~
 37   VII|          And with the steel, his blood out streaming came,~With
 38   VII|     would assuage~With Raymond's blood his hunger and his rage.~ ~
 39   VII|        courage thirsted yet more blood to spill,~And every way
 40   VII|     smote them as they fled,~The blood new spilt while thus they
 41   VII|         valiant Raiphe his heart blood there out bled,~The first
 42   VII|        he did imbrue,~In Pagan's blood where thickest was the fight;~
 43  VIII|       side he smote;~A stream of blood, a bank of bodies slain,~
 44  VIII|         the path to heaven their blood~Marks out, now angels made,
 45  VIII|       this is truth,~By his dear blood and noble bones I swear,~
 46  VIII|        kept,~That of the Pagans' blood he drunk his share,~And
 47  VIII|        Christ's sake he came his blood to spill,~And sample left
 48  VIII|        Oft pierced through, with blood besmeared new;~About the
 49  VIII|         the springing grass with blood besprent,~A warrior tumbled
 50  VIII|         A warrior tumbled in his blood we saw,~His arms though
 51  VIII|       public ways~He filled with blood, and robberies day and night~
 52  VIII|         with whose sad words the blood~Forth at his lips in huge
 53  VIII|          fly not, first with his blood~Appease my ghost wandering
 54  VIII|          thirst unquenched is of blood and gold,~Whom no yoke boweth,
 55  VIII|         and wan, with wounds and blood defiled,~A spectacle full
 56  VIII|     false hand, contaminate with blood?~Or else depart and travel
 57  VIII|      rancor, ire,~Thirst to shed blood, in every breast increased,~
 58  VIII|         mine~Abhorred ever civil blood to shed,~Illumine their
 59  VIII|           But Argillano's guilty blood shall wash~This stain away,
 60  VIII|     distilling fell the lukewarm blood,~The blood pardie of many
 61  VIII|          the lukewarm blood,~The blood pardie of many a realm and
 62    IX|          behold, and seas of red blood flow~Where'er I go; only
 63    IX|      sanguine hue,~Warm drops of blood, on earth's black visage
 64    IX|       ruin, slaughter, death and blood.~ ~ XXV~High on the Soldan'
 65    IX|          the Soldan's heathenish blood to shed,~And yet his own
 66    IX|      floodgate wide,~Whereat the blood out streamed from his side.~ ~
 67    IX|      mouth, poured out his vital blood,~And sprinkled with the
 68    IX|         his rage~To satisfy with blood of Christian spilled,~The
 69    IX|         boar,~Through streams of blood, through dust and dirt he
 70    IX|         they stood their dearest blood they spilled;~And with new
 71    IX|          downpour~The streams of blood and run on either hand:~
 72    IX|        Not far from him amid the blood and dust,~Heads, arms, and
 73    IX|         at his back his life and blood forth glide;~Even in the
 74    IX|           That from her side the blood streamed down along;~But
 75    IX|       hapt to view~Dropping with blood of his Lesbino dead,~His
 76    IX|        on the plain,~Drowning in blood him that from blows escapes.~
 77    IX|         Even drunk with shedding blood, and mad with ire,~At last
 78    IX|          was able,~All sweat and blood appeared his members large,~
 79     X|      jaws that licks up foam and blood;~So from this bloody fray
 80     X|     plain~On naught but shedding blood, and conquest thought,~Too
 81     X|           who have shed a sea of blood well near,~And heaped up
 82    XI|       his arm advance,~His rebel blood pour out upon these sands;"~
 83    XI|     stones,~Dispersed left their blood their brains and bones.~ ~
 84    XI|         there flew~But that some blood the cursed engine got,~Blood
 85    XI|     blood the cursed engine got,~Blood of some valiant knight or
 86    XI|      face,~He fell, and with his blood distained the land,~His
 87    XI|     distained the land,~His holy blood shed by a virgin's hand.~ ~
 88    XI|        Naught could the man from blood and fight debar;~A sturdy
 89   XII|       with scornful grace,~"Your blood shall quench these flames,
 90   XII|          his foe's out-streaming blood,~And gaping wounds, and
 91   XII|         slain,~For every drop of blood a sea of tears:~The bleeding
 92   XII|      edges sharp embay~In purple blood, whereso they hit or light,~
 93   XII|       heaped wound on wound, and blood on blood.~ ~ LXIV~But now,
 94   XII|     wound on wound, and blood on blood.~ ~ LXIV~But now, alas,
 95   XII|           And bathed in lukewarm blood his iron cold,~Between her
 96   XII| stillness, wounds and streams of blood.~ ~ LXXI~And his weak sprite,
 97   XII|         her flesh and licked her blood,~Ah noble prey! for savage
 98   XII|          now run forth my guilty blood,~Whither my plaints, my
 99   XII|          it cleave, and shed his blood,~And leave his corpse to
100  XIII|         could he suffer her dear blood to see,~Or hear her sighs
101  XIII|        were of flesh, the purple blood~At every blow streams from
102  XIII|        that wears the crown with blood is stained~And buys his
103  XIII|        patient was, whose lively blood~Hath overcome at last some
104   XIV|        by thy hand be done,~Much blood be shed, and many Pagans
105   XIV|      speeches end:~Know that his blood shall mixed be with thine,~
106   XIV|  trespass to amend,~He shall his blood in Godfrey's service spend.~ ~
107    XV|          replied,~"That with his blood all sinful men hath bought,~
108   XVI|         forth run,~His club with blood of monsters foul defiled,~
109   XVI|         awaked at that sight~His blood began to warm, his heart
110  XVII|          famous, lord thereof by blood,~By wisdom, valor, and all
111  XVII|           Or is thy shield, with blood and dust defiled,~A dearer
112  XVII|      Pagan's heart, and shed his blood."~To this but short reply
113  XVII|        sea and earth invest with blood and war,~And in these wretched
114 XVIII|     faults which thee defile~His blood hath power who for thy sins
115 XVIII|           that blue, this red as blood;~Stench well-nigh choked
116 XVIII|        and spill," quoth he, "my blood in vain!"~With that his
117 XVIII|         doth ride.~Here runs the blood, in ponds there stands the
118   XIX|          Tancred had the Pagan's blood to spill,~Nor could that
119   XIX|       Pagan ran whole streams of blood,~Wherewith his force grew
120   XIX|          every side;~So he, when blood was lost, with anger wroth,~
121   XIX|        open wide,~The streams of blood about him made a lake,~Helped
122   XIX|         s great distress?~ ~ XXX~Blood, murder, death, each street,
123   XIX|       gore and wet with lukewarm blood~Rinaldo ran, and chased
124   XIX|         Until with their hearts' blood the Pagans vile~This temple
125   XIX|      struck his foe, his blow no blood forth drew,~But on the front
126   XIX|           Too much, ah, too much blood this day is shed!~In some
127   XIX|          fire and sword, through blood and death, Vafrine,~Which
128   XIX|       east upflew,~With drops of blood besmeared he found the grass,~
129   XIX|        the land, all soiled with blood and mire,~"This was some
130   XIX|       From weariness and loss of blood she spied~His greatest pains
131    XX|      uphold my temples brave,~My blood from washing of my streets
132    XX|      When Godfrey was with Pagan blood bespread,~He entered then
133    XX|           The hosts both clad in blood, in dust and mire,~Had changed
134    XX|        prince alone~The taste of blood and conquest once he fand,~
135    XX|          drowned each in other's blood,~Upon their people ran the
136    XX|     strikes flat to ground:~With blood, arms, bodies dead, the
137    XX|         and fray,~New streams of blood were shed, new swords them
138    XX|          human state,~Saw death, blood, murder, woe and horror
139    XX|          slain bodies, and their blood poured out,~With him his
140    XX|        He ran, and quenched with blood his fury's heat.~ ~ LXXXII~
141    XX|      cleft and rent,~And want of blood and strength supplied in
142    XX|      field he came, the lukewarm blood~Did smoke and flow through
143    XX|         more;~From Tisipheme the blood streamed down around;~His
144    XX|           The dame, that saw his blood besmear the ground,~His
145    XX|      could not one,~Not one draw blood, one wound or rend his skin?~
146    XX|     Great Altamore on foot, with blood all stained,~With half a
147    XX|        rent on life, no price on blood,~I fight, and sell not war
148    XX|         camp was won, and all in blood doth steep~The blood in
149    XX|          in blood doth steep~The blood in rivers streamed from