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 1     I|        the light, and strucken dead with wonder.~ ~ XVIII~But
 2     I|    from their spring,~But Hugo dead, the lily fair of gold,~
 3     I|       triumphant on the Pagans dead.~ ~ LXXIII~Meanwhile the
 4    II|        his sight appear,~Ismen dead bones laid in cold graves
 5   III|       cruel, would~I should be dead, let me no longer live,~
 6   III|      no knight could bear,~For dead he strikes him whom he lights
 7   III|   murdered knight,~Where Dudon dead lay slaughtered on the ground.~
 8   III|       Dudon's glorious carcase dead."~ ~ LXXIV~This work performed
 9    IV|       am, both born to die~And dead to joy, that live in care
10    IV|    mixed,~As if her hopes were dead through his delaying;~At
11     V|      sure, the fire in him was dead;~So that of rivals was he
12     V| ensueth:~Lastly he praised the dead, and still had rife~All
13     V|          XCII~Their hopes half dead and courage well-nigh lost,~
14    VI|   wonted chivalry~Be not quite dead your princely breast within,~
15    VI|     feeble joints, his courage dead,~His heart amazed, his paleness
16    VI|         to raise her hope nigh dead,~Before those walls did
17    VI|  wounded lord was weak, faint, dead almost.~ ~ LXVII~And for
18    VI|        rare beauties, now half dead and more,~Thou may'st to
19    VI|       his lance, "Thou art but dead," he saith.~ ~ CIX~As when
20   VII|      least yet shall my spirit dead be blest,~My ashes cold
21   VII|      hither where thou art but dead,~Where naught can help,
22   VII|     But now for dread he is or dead or fled;~But whe'er earth'
23   VII|        his guide;~Here one lay dead, there did another yield,~
24  VIII|       left behind,~Our foes or dead or run away afraid,~Of victory
25  VIII|       shone:~The number of the dead could no man say,~So was
26  VIII|    cleared,~Wherein the bodies dead did buried lie,~Then our
27  VIII|       that each one thought me dead,~Nor what our foes did since
28  VIII|       wounds, his face, though dead, yet bold.~ ~ XXXIII~"He
29  VIII|      epitaph of my dear master dead.~ ~ XL~" `Among his soldiers,'
30  VIII|    defoiled,~Yet spake, though dead, with whose sad words the
31    IX|      few left, are drowned and dead almost~In heavy sleep, the
32    IX|        passed,~Where thousands dead, half-dead, and dying were.~
33    IX|      with blood of his Lesbino dead,~His pity vanished, ire
34    IX|      horse~He lights, and that dead carcass rent and tore,~Like
35    IX|      foe, fierce, bold,~Though dead, though slain, though burnt
36     X|    garments from some champion dead,~And there with stately
37     X|       love despised,~Is either dead or deep in prison thrown;~
38     X|   mountains high of Christians dead,~I in their camp who still
39   XII|     wound,~The gored beast lay dead upon the mould;~The gentle
40   XII|     foes, she held herself for dead;~While none her marked at
41   XII|       his visage ran:~Like his dead lady, dead seemed Tancred
42   XII|       ran:~Like his dead lady, dead seemed Tancred good,~In
43   XII|         And found the princess dead, and him deprived~Of signs
44   XII|    knight remain~On live, nigh dead, for her himself had slain.~ ~
45   XII|    full of grief and fear,~Her dead, him seeming so, he there
46   XII|       pass,~Yet would not that dead seeming knight awake,~At
47   XII|    thou hast.~ ~ XCVII~"Not of dead bones art thou the mournful
48   XII|   gainst my designments plain,~Dead is Clorinda fair, laid in
49  XIII|      his charmed rod~Wherewith dead bones he makes from grave
50  XIII|   heavenly light,~With spirits dead why should men living fight?"~ ~
51    XV|        for fear,~But fled, and dead for dread fell on the grass,~
52   XVI|    drowned or slain~Of princes dead the bodies fleet and float;~
53   XVI|    woful lady half alive, half dead?~Kindness forbade, pity
54   XVI|   hadst entrapped the man,~Now dead with cold, too late thou
55  XVII|       bring home their captain dead,~Buried in pomp of triumph'
56  XVII|    arms boast that he shall be dead,~All offer her their aid,
57 XVIII|       she fell, with fear half dead:~ ~ LI~The duke received
58   XIX|       Finds where her lord for dead on earth doth lie;~First
59   XIX|       hills up-piled~Of bodies dead, the living buried lie;~
60   XIX|         The Soldan, mongst the dead beside him near~That saw
61   XIX|        seems to threat, though dead he lies:~ ~ CIII~His harness
62   XIX|  whereas another champion laid~Dead on the land, all soiled
63   XIX|     his face, pale, bloodless, dead,~She lighted, nay, she stumbled
64   XIX|       ah, Fortune blind?~Where dead, for whom I lived, my comfort
65   XIX|      now would blind or rather dead I were,~That thy sad plight
66   XIX|   whiteness? are all gone, all dead?~ ~ CVII~"Though gone, though
67   XIX|      CVII~"Though gone, though dead, I love thee still, behold;~
68   XIX|      grave:~ ~ CXVII~"With his dead bones no longer war have
69   XIX|        doth remain:"~The Pagan dead they lifted up on high,~
70   XIX|      Steps in, when any man is dead or gone:~This army's leader
71    XX|      and save~Thine ancestors' dead bones and ashes cold!~To
72    XX|        by his hand, the bodies dead among,~Alvante, that durst
73    XX|       that was at first struck dead,~That fell not down on live,
74    XX|     traitors cleft,~That those dead men had no dead bodies left.~ ~
75    XX|     That those dead men had no dead bodies left.~ ~ LXVII~When
76    XX|        foe, the live under the dead,~The victor under him whom
77    XX|       With blood, arms, bodies dead, the hardened clay~Plastered
78    XX|   revived of new~His fire, not dead, though buried in displeasure,~
79    XX|        he made such haste~That dead they fell ere one could
80    XX|        Which laid him late for dead at one huge blow.~ ~ LXXX~
81    XX|        sore,~And all her guard dead, fled, and overthrown,~Thought,
82    XX|         And happy me if, being dead and slain,~I bear not with
83    XX|       that word half mad, half dead, she seems,~An arrow, poignant,
84    XX|      his sweet face, she falls dead in a swoon,~Falls as a flower
85    XX|       Cease, cease, my hope is dead, dead is my love."~ ~ CXXXIV~
86    XX|        cease, my hope is dead, dead is my love."~ ~ CXXXIV~Thus
87    XX|    great host, when Emiren was dead,~Fled the small remnant