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 1     I|         then uphold,~Create one head, the rest to rule and guide:~
 2    II|        his heart,~Bent down his head, and cast his eyes full
 3   III|     deprive,~For to his hateful head such spite I bear,~I would
 4   III|       lances long,~And from her head her gilden casque he kest,~
 5   III|    marked before,~She saved her head, and with her axe well steeled~
 6   III|         neck adjoined her noble head,~Light was the wound, but
 7   III|    Dudon's blade~Cleft Corban's head, and pierced Algazar's heart,~
 8   III|       want~To shroud his coward head safe from mine ire;~Come
 9    IV|        of a lady's bed,~A noble head a golden crown to wear:~
10    IV|         from a tyrant's hateful head we rend:~Nor seemed I forward
11     V|        smiling turned aside his head,~And, for weak Cupid was
12     V|        with that word~About his head he tossed his flaming sword.~ ~
13     V|   pleased his eye and heart,~At head and breast oft times he
14     V|       them brings,~And clad his head, and dressed in iron strong,~
15    VI|         and weak,~Nor this hoar head so full of doubts and fears~
16    VI|     side he drove his courser's head,~What force could he gainst
17    VI|       for anger shook his noble head,~So was he grieved with
18   VII|        kerchief coarse upon her head she tied;~But yet her gestures
19   VII|  Godfrey will I send thy cursed head,~That he may see, how for
20   VII|       every deal,~He shaked his head and crashed his teeth for
21   VII|       his angry mood,~Above his head he shook his naked blade,~
22   VII|    Against the air casts up her head aloft~And gathereth seed
23   VII|          it should not save his head."~"Thou liest," he says, "
24   VII|      ram that butts with horned head,~So spurred he forth his
25   VII|       bold;~And when he did his head and breast none ill,~His
26   VII|      skill, thine arrow's sharp head dip~In yonder thievish Frenchman'
27   VII|      angel by unseen,~The sharp head blunted of the weapon keen.~ ~
28  VIII|         amazed was my heart and head;~But when I opened first
29  VIII|      For from his body his fair head was parted;~ ~ LIII~"His
30  VIII|    carried by the golden hair~A head but late cut off with murdering
31  VIII|         wrapt away he bore~That head with him hung at his saddle-bow.~
32  VIII|       huge beside him stood,~Of head and right hand both but
33  VIII|          His left hand bore the head, whose visage good,~Both
34    IX|        A steepled turban on her head she wore,~Her garment wide,
35    IX|      chin he cleft in twain the head.~ ~ XXXII~Kind Aramante,
36    IX|  infernal fire,~Round his armed head his trenchant blade he blest,~
37    IX|        the throat in twain,~The head fell down upon the earth
38    IX|     shield, his helmet, and his head,~Down to his throat; and
39    IX|       In sturdy iron armed from head to foot,~Resolved in all
40    IX|      flank,~At one blow Selim's head he stroke off quite,~Then
41    IX|      hear of me,~From his proud head the unsettled crown to rent,~
42     X|      from the fold,~To hide his head runs to some holt or wood,~
43     X|        prove upon that coward's head,~I, who have shed a sea
44    XI|      steep,~On mighty beams his head advanced hath,~With dreadful
45    XI|    broke the reed, but left the head behind.~ ~ LXIX~He bade
46    XI|       with his herbs the steely head to tear~Out of the flesh
47    XI|        And of itself the steely head outflew;~The bleeding stanched,
48    XI|    there to stick;~At Godfrey's head the lance again he cast,~
49   XII|       armor bright~That o'er my head shaked a flaming blade,~
50   XII|     calmed, and settled was her head,~She saw the gates were
51   XII|        oath and word,~Upon this head cast thunder in thy wrath:~
52  XIII|    thought.~ ~ XXV~He shook his head, and smiling thus gan say,~"
53   XIV|       his,~Thou art this army's head, and he the hand,~No other
54   XIV|        comes also,~Although his head till then no creature knew,~
55    XV|    Armed with golden scales his head and crest~He lifted high,
56    XV|       waters quite,~Lift up her head, her breasts and higher
57   XVI|        declining often down her head,~His lips, his cheeks, his
58   XVI|        tresses of their pilot's head,~And with that golden sail
59   XVI|        dare this traitor of his head deprive,~O you my lovers,
60  XVII|      that mischief fall upon my head,~Theirs be the conquest,
61  XVII|      kill,~And with his hateful head will me present,~That gift
62  XVII|       prest and fit,~I will his head cut off, and bring thee
63  XVII|        revenge on his condemned head:~So many arms moved she
64 XVIII|   breathed unseen,~And o'er his head let down from clearest skies~
65 XVIII|         nigh touched her tender head~In Godfrey's lap she fell,
66 XVIII|        dispread:~ ~ C~About his head he tossed, he turned, he
67   XIX|         s fort o'erthrown,~That head can be, cut off by my strong
68   XIX|         foot;~But higher by the head, the Pagan knight~Of limbs
69   XIX|    bends his top, now lifts his head on height,~His courage so,
70   XIX|       thing,~I will present the head of thy strong foe;~Else
71   XIX|      Lord Tisiphernes shook his head, and said,~"Oh, had my power
72   XIX|    Proud Godfrey's or Rinaldo's head, I trow,~Should feel the
73   XIX|      curtlax bright;~Ask me the head, fair mistress, of some
74   XIX|   prepare my guerdon meet,"~His head then laid she in her bosom
75   XIX| behoveth most~To keep thy noble head, for which they strive,~
76    XX|       the same~Godfredo's noble head encompassed round,~And,
77    XX|         laid;~And then Alarco's head she swept off clean,~Which
78    XX|    Which, if need be, his naked head should bear.~ ~ XXXVII~So
79    XX|    Ardonia great;~The first his head and helm had cleft in twain,~
80    XX|       be gone;~But, as Medusa's head were in his sight,~Stood
81    XX|        skin and bone,~The sable head down tumbled on the sand;~
82    XX|    strikes again,~Till helm and head he breaks, he cleaves, he
83    XX|       my sweet saint I have thy head devote,~Thou must my sacrifice,
84    XX|    crest,~And made him bend his head down to his breast.~ ~ CXX~
85    XX|       sword, half helm upon his head,~Gainst whom a hundred fought,