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 1     I|      greenwood shade.~ ~ XLVII~A Pagan damsel there unwares he
 2     I|         left no road~Wherein the Pagan his bold sails untwines,~
 3   III|     algates dwell.~Meanwhile the Pagan troops were nigh forlore,~
 4   III|         secure.~ ~ XLV~The angry Pagan bit his lips for teen,~He
 5   III|     flaming fire,~Yet should the Pagan vile a fortress want~To
 6   III|         Before those walls, each Pagan fears and flies~His dreadful
 7   III|        his praise,~Which he from Pagan lords, that did them owe,~
 8    IV|          held so great among our Pagan kings,~That to those lands
 9     V|     light, how trustless was the Pagan's faith,~And told what policy,
10    VI|  messenger,~Sent down to set the Pagan people free,~Then let Argantes
11    VI|        the challenge that fierce Pagan sent,~The herald donned
12    VI|        clad,~Before the rest the Pagan champion rode,~His wonted
13    VI|       XXVII~He saw not where the Pagan stood, and stared,~As if
14    VI|       Where he attending saw the Pagan strong:~Tancredi started
15    VI|    savage might."~ ~ XXXVIII~The Pagan patience never knew, nor
16    VI|       deludeth art.~ ~ XLIII~The Pagan ill defenced with sword
17    VI|       sharp thrust once more the Pagan hit,~To his broad shoulder
18    VI|          gain,~And ever when the Pagan lift his blade,~The stroke
19   VII|       gains:~Satan that sees the Pagan's fury blind,~And hasty
20   VII|       Because on foot he saw the Pagan knight,~Who underneath his
21   VII|       shining fire.~ ~ XLIII~The Pagan wretch no longer could sustain~
22   VII|        kill with fear the coward Pagan's heart.~ ~ XLIV~Toward
23   VII|        day forewent,~Scantly the Pagan closed his eyes to sleep,~
24   VII|      kings.~ ~ LIII~So shone the Pagan in bright armor clad,~And
25   VII|       fight:~ ~ LVI~Such was the Pagan's fury, such his cry.~A
26   VII|        the heart,~When this vile Pagan with his glorious boast~
27   VII|     sword.~ ~ LXIII~"Let me this Pagan's glorious pride assuage,~
28   VII|          rest doth sue~Upon that Pagan fierce to wreak his ire,~
29   VII|        him safe from that fierce Pagan's might.~ ~ LXXX~The angel
30   VII|  heathenish might."~ ~ LXXXV~The Pagan cast a scornful smile and
31   VII|      might."~ ~ LXXXVI~The angry Pagan said, "I have not spilt~
32   VII|          he passed struck at the Pagan's face;~He turned again,
33   VII|        fared the County with the Pagan bold;~And when he did his
34   VII|          Leapt by, and makes the Pagan's onset vain,~And wounds
35   VII|          sword he did imbrue,~In Pagan's blood where thickest was
36  VIII|       great prince, chief of all Pagan kings:~He comes, the fall
37  VIII|      That with the aid of many a Pagan crew,~After long fight,
38    IX|    strove therewith in vain,~The Pagan's steed, unmarked, to have
39    IX|         die himself, or kill the Pagan bold.~ ~ XXXVII~At last, "
40    IX|       Gildippes raged mongst the Pagan crew,~And low in dust laid
41    IX|         with great acts amid the Pagan host~Would win again his
42    IX|           Which tremble made the Pagan knights and lords.~ ~ XCII~
43    XI|         footmen use: but all the Pagan train~Toward that side bent
44    XI|      flew all about,~That many a Pagan proud to death it brings,~
45    XI|   redoubted stroke,~But that the Pagan's care the place defends~
46    XI|         wrest it out the wounded Pagan strove~And little leisure
47    XI|          The tower that late the Pagan lords dismayed~But now stood
48   XII|       workmen newly dressed,~The Pagan crew to reinforce prepared~
49   XII|          long embraced,~To him a Pagan was I sold for gain,~And
50   XII|        means thee to baptize,~In Pagan lands thou knowest it's
51   XII| unchristened been.~ ~ XXXVIII~"A Pagan therefore thee I fostered
52   XII|          to wolves, though she a Pagan were,~But in their arms
53  XIII|         plant I dwell,~For every Pagan lord and Christian peer,~
54   XIV|      built in night and shade.~A Pagan was I born, but yet the
55   XIV|       his own,~And on his back a Pagan's harness tied,~Perchance
56   XVI|      wide,~His sword that many a Pagan stout had shent,~Bewrapped
57   XVI|         I wish thee ill:~I was a Pagan born, and all my might~Against
58   XVI|          come to fight among the Pagan bands,~ ~ LIX~"There lying
59  XVII|   vengeance take,~May cleave the Pagan's heart, and shed his blood."~
60 XVIII|     retire from him at last,~The Pagan fleet the seas moist empire
61 XVIII|         Cast from the towers the Pagan troops among,~For thence
62 XVIII|         force and fury drove~The Pagan people to forsake the wall,~
63   XIX|     Tancredi came and smote:~The Pagan knew the prince by his array,~
64   XIX|    Tancred failed, wherefore the Pagan knight~Cried, "Tancred,
65   XIX|      desire~That Tancred had the Pagan's blood to spill,~Nor could
66   XIX|          higher by the head, the Pagan knight~Of limbs far greater
67   XIX|      prevent,~His ready hand the Pagan turned so,~That all defence
68   XIX|    stride,~And with his left the Pagan's right arm bent,~With his
69   XIX|         With his huge weight the Pagan underbound;~But he, his
70   XIX|        down railed,~But from the Pagan ran whole streams of blood,~
71   XIX|         Meanwhile by stealth the Pagan false him gave~A sudden
72   XIX|      Rinaldo ran, and chased the Pagan bands;~Above their heads
73   XIX|       day,~When Vafrine went the Pagan host to spy,~He passed unknown
74   XIX|     habit both betrayed~He was a Pagan; forward went the squire,~
75   XIX|        alonely doth remain:"~The Pagan dead they lifted up on high,~
76    XX|        book~ ~ THE ARGUMENT.~The Pagan host arrives, and cruel
77    XX|         In notes more sweet, the Pagan trumpets jar,~These sung,
78    XX|        could so well assail:~The Pagan shook for spite and blushed
79    XX|       Godfredo's side~The bloody Pagan now was placed near:~But
80    XX|      LXVII~When Godfrey was with Pagan blood bespread,~He entered
81    XX|    speedy, quick,~So thinks each Pagan; each Arabian trows~He wields
82    XX|           she fights.~ ~ CIX~The Pagan troops, the king's own squadron
83    XX|       same.~ ~ CXIX~But when the Pagan's joy and comfort fled,~
84    XX|       sheathed his weapon in the Pagan's heart,~The castle where
85    XX|   vantbrace cleft and split,~The Pagan backward fell, half in a