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  1     I|         Heaven, where legions of bright angels sing;~Inspire life
  2     I|          custom, when with Titan bright~Appeared the angel in his
  3     I| Impatient be they of the morning bright,~Of honor so them pricked
  4     I|          to rest.~ ~ LXXI~Aurora bright her crystal gates unbarred,~
  5     I|          cuirass, some a corslet bright,~And halbert some, and some
  6    II|          mother, called a virgin bright,~An hundred lamps aye burn
  7    II|          stowre to win,~By which bright sign well known was that
  8   III|       metal shone like lightning bright in skies,~And man and horse
  9    IV|       the pearls round,~Upon the bright enamel of her face;~Such
 10     V|          he drew,~That glittered bright, and sparkled flaming fire;~
 11    VI|        morn will have an evening bright.~ ~ X~"But that which yet
 12    VI|         mountain seemed, whereon bright shined~Fresh memory of Tancred'
 13    VI|        spread her beauty shining bright;~In every squadron when
 14    VI|  chambers hide her valor shining bright;~But armed she rides, and
 15    VI|        not for once these armors bright?~I may sustain awhile this
 16    VI|          rashly guide,~And those bright arms, down from the rafter
 17    VI|      sparkling fires on heaven's bright visage shone;~His azure
 18    VI|        hold,~The burnished steel bright rays far off extended,~She
 19    VI|     while armor, and that helmet bright,~Were known and feared,
 20    VI|    silver moon form sea uprising bright~Spread frosty pearl upon
 21    VI|          her silver armor double bright,~The place about her round
 22    VI|         Clorinda slew,~When that bright shield and silver helm he
 23    VI|      beheld her foe, with weapon bright~Threatening her death, his
 24   VII|          arms folding the virgin bright;~And Love, his mother, and
 25   VII|     drawn, closed was his helmet bright,~Gainst whom the prince
 26   VII|         helm, not at his hauberk bright,~He thundered blows, now
 27   VII|        In scorn of Phoebus midst bright heaven doth shine,~And tidings
 28   VII|       LIII~So shone the Pagan in bright armor clad,~And rolled his
 29   VII|          back I tear his harness bright,~Nor shall his dying words
 30   VII|           Godfrey himself in his bright helmet shaketh~The scrolls,
 31   VII|          wrath,~Among his armies bright and legions clear,~The Lord
 32   VII|        hell's grim blackness did bright skies assail;~On every side
 33   VII|       will may wield our weapons bright,~The fury of this friendly
 34   VII|         conquest gave the virgin bright,~Which got, she home retired
 35  VIII|       fought we till the morning bright appeared,~And strewed roses
 36  VIII|          a beam down slide,~That bright as golden line marked out
 37  VIII|      hand closed held his weapon bright,~Ready to strike and execute
 38  VIII|        him and say, "The Heavens bright~Of this revenge to him commit
 39  VIII|         broad fields of heaven's bright wilderness,~Sleep, the soul'
 40  VIII|        Wherein a lamp of majesty bright shone;~He shook his golden
 41  VIII|        and scath,~And brandished bright swords on every side;~Now
 42    IX|       wisdom bent,~Departed now, bright Titan's beams were dim~And
 43    IX|        up and drew their weapons bright,~And busked them bold to
 44    IX|       pierced the mail and metal bright,~And in his flank set ope
 45    IX|       Achilles turned her weapon bright.~ ~ LXX~Upon his neck light
 46    IX|          arm your breast in iron bright,~You run half-naked trembling
 47     X|        says, "to wend, for Titan bright~To wonted labor summons
 48     X|         safeguard most;~Clorinda bright and I fled eke with thee,~
 49     X|        had them betide:~Clorinda bright to Solyman addressed~Her
 50     X|          s veil arose, and sun's bright lustre chased,~When all
 51    XI|        dear mother, Mary, vlrgin bright,~Psalms of thanksgiving
 52   XII|      shield, her hauberk shining bright,~An armor black as jet or
 53   XII|         she, a daughter fair and bright,~In her thy color white
 54   XII|         father's sight,~Lest thy bright hue should his suspect approve,~
 55   XII|         a champion clad in armor bright~That o'er my head shaked
 56   XII|       mass of solid fire burning bright~Rolled up in smouldering
 57   XII|        sleep against the morning bright~She fall at last; so mourned,
 58   XII|        An hundred glorious beams bright shining drive,~Amid which
 59  XIII|         and embers hot,~And with bright flames the wood environed
 60  XIII|          But in the Crab now did bright Titan shine,~And scorched
 61  XIII|     barren clouds with lightning bright appear,~And mankind feared
 62  XIII|     sable mantle was embroidered bright~With blazing stars and gliding
 63  XIII|         barehead stands,~And his bright helm to drink therein unties,~
 64   XIV|          the gracious ray~Of his bright eye, still ope for Godfrey'
 65   XIV|   diamond sheen,~There glistered bright, there smiled the emerald
 66   XIV|         Now thick, now thin, now bright with Iris' bow,~The frost
 67   XIV|        rising visage of a virgin bright,~And then her neck, her
 68   XIV|        shield I have of diamonds bright,~And hold the same before
 69    XV|        lately broken day,~In his bright arms the round world fold
 70    XV|        In look a saint, an angel bright in show,~So in her visage
 71    XV|         sheen;~And now of rubies bright a vermeil chain,~Now make
 72    XV|       whence with imperious sway~Bright fire breaks out by night,
 73    XV|        But when the sun his rays bright, shining, hot,~Dispread
 74    XV|        as elsewhere now sunshine bright now showers,~Now heat now
 75   XVI|      pass through all the palace bright~Where in sweet prison lies
 76   XVI|         you wot,~Her sweat-drops bright, white, round, like pearls
 77   XVI|    pendent was~A crystal mirror, bright, pure, smooth, and neat,~
 78   XVI|          glorious light~Of their bright harness glistered in his
 79  XVII|        pentise wrought of silver bright,~And trod on carpets made
 80  XVII|    XXVIII~Then from the mansions bright of fresh Aurore~Adrastus
 81  XVII|          splendor shone~Of their bright armor, purple, gold and
 82  XVII|        to show;~Set in a chariot bright with precious stone,~Her
 83  XVII|      steeds, wait on the chariot bright,~Their steeds to manage,
 84  XVII|           till clad in beams and bright attires~The fourth day's
 85  XVII|          the thing that shone so bright.~ ~ LVIII~High on a tree
 86  XVII|        armor new,~That glistered bright gainst Cynthia's silver
 87  XVII|        knightly worth which this bright shield bewrays,~That be
 88  XVII|          Whose dragon eyes shone bright with anger's spark,~Worse
 89  XVII|        stout,~Who seemed in that bright shield to live and move.~
 90  XVII|   measure.~Meanwhile the morning bright was mounted high,~And changed
 91  XVII|      leader sage begun,~"See how bright Phoebus clears the darksome
 92 XVIII|          if in triumph's chariot bright as sun,~He had returned
 93 XVIII|        the morning's shine,~This bright, that dark; that earthly,
 94 XVIII|     himself he thought, how many bright~And splendent lamps shine
 95 XVIII|         thence, of purest white, bright rays outstream;~So cheered
 96 XVIII|         me with the flame~Of thy bright eyes, whence first my fires
 97 XVIII|        swords, and fifty targets bright,~She threatened death, she
 98 XVIII|      appeared~The rising morning bright as shining glass,~The troubled
 99   XIX|         go'th,~And dying blazeth bright on every side;~So he, when
100   XIX|         gloomy clouds have day's bright eye put out,~His tender
101   XIX|         the eastern sky,~And ere bright Titan half his course had
102   XIX|          garland fair of virgins bright,~Mongst whom he lay enclosed,
103   XIX|          sharpness of my curtlax bright;~Ask me the head, fair mistress,
104    XX|    Lightened his eyes, his looks bright fire shot out;~He cheers
105    XX|           unsheathed all weapons bright,~All quivers emptied were