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 1     I|    proud to vain ambition move:~Tancred he saw his life's joy set
 2   III|      the breast~Of fair Erminia Tancred's love revives,~He jousts
 3   III|       nor magic's spell.~ ~ XX~"Tancred he hight, O Macon, would
 4   III|        then would be her smile?~Tancred, whereon think'st thou?
 5   III|        strong hand~Can vanquish Tancred, but thy conquest lies~In
 6   III|       he did disarmed view:~But Tancred cried, "Oh stay thy cursed
 7   III|       had surely died.~ ~ XXXVI~Tancred by this, that strove to
 8   III|   rageth in the plain at large.~Tancred and young Rinaldo break
 9   III|        counsel match him might;~Tancred and young Rinaldo like in
10     V|         move or rut~Against him Tancred argued for life,~With honest
11     V|     XXXVI~"Great Prince," quoth Tancred; "set before thine eyes~
12     V|   should feel the stroke,~Then, Tancred, ill you counsel us, I trow;~
13     V|        his gorgeous tent;~There Tancred found him, and at large
14    VI|       to the town is sent away:~Tancred begins new fight, and when
15    VI|       enterprise,~But on Prince Tancred saw he all the rout~Had
16    VI|         will did most incline,~"Tancred," quoth he, "I pray thee
17    VI|     boaster to have fought,~But Tancred chosen, he and all retired;~
18    VI|         with me in equal mart."~Tancred for anger shook his noble
19    VI|       foe leaves his left-side;~Tancred avoideth quick his furious
20    VI|       wood,~And forward rushed: Tancred his fury shunning,~With
21    VI|           LIII~"I swear," quoth Tancred, "but swear thou likewise~
22    VI|   bright shined~Fresh memory of Tancred's worth and praise,~Within
23    VI|        her tender heart assays:~Tancred at last, to raise her hope
24    VI|          in every tent.~ ~ CXIV~Tancred, whose thoughts the squire
25   VII|    conquered her, and ends with Tancred's praise:~And when her passion'
26   VII|      channel ghastly roar;~Here Tancred stayed, and called, yet
27   VII|         of the Christian crew."~Tancred at this discourse a little
28   VII|     ungracious wight,~I am that Tancred who defend the name~Of Christ,
29   VII|       dread,~Yet proudly said, "Tancred, thy hap was ill~To wander
30   VII|        the world with him, will Tancred blame,~This is my grief,
31   VII|     champions stout,~No news of Tancred since his secret flight;~
32   VII|      host defies:~Why comes not Tancred, whose great hardiment,~
33   VII|        told,~Better by chance, "Tancred is now elsewhere,~Yet glory
34   VII|         and said,~"But where is Tancred, is he still in bed?~His
35  VIII|        taste,~Camillo, William, Tancred were away,~And all whose
36    IX|        from the Christian host,~Tancred, Rinaldo, and the rest,
37     X|    enticing maid,~And with them Tancred, who had late been thrown~
38     X|       Within short while Prince Tancred thither came,~And was unwares
39    XI|      brands:~ ~ LXVII~But noble Tancred, who this while applied~
40   XII|       smoking on the sand:~With Tancred long unknown in desperate
41   XII|      the press the damsel flew:~Tancred alone of her escape took
42   XII|           with that she stayed:~Tancred to ground his foot in haste
43   XII|        eyes of blindfold night;~Tancred beheld his foe's out-streaming
44   XII|        word long time forbears,~Tancred the silence broke at last,
45   XII|      fire destroyed the tower."~Tancred at her proud words swelled
46   XII|      his dead lady, dead seemed Tancred good,~In paleness, stillness,
47   XII|       both lamenting brought to Tancred's tent.~ ~ LXXIII~With those
48   XII|   knights behoved:~ ~ LXXXVI~"O Tancred, Tancred, how far different~
49   XII|  behoved:~ ~ LXXXVI~"O Tancred, Tancred, how far different~From
50   XII|    still I love thee, there for Tancred fit~A seat prepared is among
51   XII|     will ungird this sword~Till Tancred's heart it cleave, and shed
52  XIII|        golden ray:~Thither goes Tancred hardy, faithful, bold,~But
53  XIII|    XXXII~This happed when woful Tancred left his bed~To lay in marble
54  XIII|      the voice lamenting said,~"Tancred, thou hast me hurt, thou
55 XVIII|         ring~About him Guelpho, Tancred and the rest~Stood, of the
56 XVIII|    tents disguised mask."~Quoth Tancred, "Lo, a subtle squire I
57 XVIII|         Argantes straight~Where Tancred strong he found, so fortune
58 XVIII|        echo showereth high,~And Tancred bold, that fights and combats
59   XIX| Nineteenth book~ ~THE ARGUMENT.~Tancred in single combat kills his
60   XIX|       end their combat hot,~But Tancred failed, wherefore the Pagan
61   XIX|        the Pagan knight~Cried, "Tancred, com'st thou thus, thus
62   XIX|         that wrong."~ ~ IV~Lord Tancred smiled, with disdain and
63   XIX|   praise, great the desire~That Tancred had the Pagan's blood to
64   XIX|       the fortress won to view;~Tancred his foe withouten shield
65   XIX|      bold and hardy knew.~ ~ XI~Tancred of body active was and light,~
66   XIX|         was, of heart as stout:~Tancred laid low and traversed in
67   XIX|       To catch his point Prince Tancred strove and sought,~But at
68   XIX|        his victorious teacher," Tancred cried,~"His conquered scholar
69   XIX|       hands,~In his strong arms Tancred caught him again,~And thus
70   XIX|        XX~The purple drops from Tancred's sides down railed,~But
71   XIX|        which fuel want or food.~Tancred that saw his feeble arm
72   XIX|         fall his weighty blade.~Tancred to ward his blow his sword
73   XIX|     wounds at once it made:~Yet Tancred feared naught, for in his
74   XIX|       his strength in vain;~For Tancred from the blow against him
75   XIX|         speeches were.~ ~ XXVII~Tancred put up his sword, and praises
76   XIX|       daughter to a prince,~But Tancred's slave, thy fellow-servant
77   XIX|      sorrow, grief and pine,~At Tancred's name thither she ran with
78   XIX|        travail for rest I find;~Tancred, I have thee, see thee,
79   XIX|         The dame perceived that Tancred breathed and sighed,~Which
80   XIX|          or I can have."~ ~ CXI~Tancred looked up, and closed his
81   XIX|        he leaned, he lay:~Quoth Tancred, "Shall the strong Circassian
82   XIX|    lifted up on high,~And after Tancred bore him through the plain.~
83   XIX|        CXVIII~"Not home," quoth Tancred, "to my wonted tent,~But
84    XX|        was near the place where Tancred lay,~His house was full