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 1    II|      kill the Christians in his ire:~Sophronia and Olindo would
 2    II|         Nor for he swelled with ire was she afraid,~But his
 3    II|       vengeance of my wrath and ire."~" `Tis just and right,"
 4    II|       king was more provoked to ire,~Their strife for bellows
 5    II|         drew nar,~Trembling for ire, and waxing pale for rage,~
 6   III|  preserved them from Clorinda's ire:~When, as a tempest that
 7   III|     flies, he, full of rage and ire,~Pursues, she stood and
 8   III|        be,~But he to shun their ire doth safely shrink~Under
 9   III|      coward head safe from mine ire;~Come follow then, and bid
10   III|         the same;~To wreak your ire this season fitteth not;"~
11    IV|        foes doth thunder in his ire,~Whose arrows hailstones
12     V|         him so far, that in his ire~The wronged knight his foe
13     V|       boiled fell despite,~That ire and wrath exiled reason
14     V|        Found entry there, where ire undid the gate,~And in his
15     V|      could not bridle wrath and ire,~"Thou liest," cried he
16     V|        displeasure and incensed ire,~He cared not what the vulgar
17     V|     appeased hath~His hate, his ire, his rancor and his wrath.~ ~
18     V|      with shame, with grief and ire~To see these fellows and
19     V|         courage, and with equal ire.~The gentle princess, who
20    VI|        was armed, his heart for ire nigh brake,~So yearned his
21    VI|         nor used,~Trembling for ire, his sandy locks he tore,~
22    VI|     rage, their fury, spite and ire,~They turned their steeds
23    VI|       lift his sword aloft, for ire nigh wood,~And forward rushed:
24   VII|    knights so full of shame and ire~Returned back, with faint
25   VII|  vengeful sword,~Shall feel the ire of thy forsaken Lord."~ ~
26   VII|       and crashed his teeth for ire,~His lips breathed wrath,
27   VII|         eyes great swollen with ire and blood,~His dreadful
28   VII|   thundering voice augments his ire,~And threatening battle
29   VII|       Pagan fierce to wreak his ire,~Now wants he naught of
30   VII|      arms abode,~His wrath, his ire, his great desire to win,~
31   VII|        lets increased still his ire,~Like rivers stopped, or
32   VII|     ceased not the fury and the ire~Of these huge storms, of
33  VIII|         their bosoms swell~With ire and hate, and war and strife
34  VIII|       to strike and execute his ire,~His left upon his breast
35  VIII|      weapon whet, inflame thine ire,~Arm thy right hand, and
36  VIII|        madness, strife, rancor, ire,~Thirst to shed blood, in
37  VIII|         and quarrels light,~The ire still nourished, and still
38    IX|    speak~That may provoke thine ire, thy wrath and spite?"~With
39    IX|          That still the Pagans' ire and rage provoke,~The angel
40    IX|        rancor and decreased the ire,~Although Alecto left him
41    IX|        dead,~His pity vanished, ire and rage renew,~He had no
42    IX|    shedding blood, and mad with ire,~At last they went, and
43     X|         I spoke,~As spurs thine ire and courage to provoke.~ ~
44     X|         his pride, his rage and ire,~And humbly said, "I willing
45     X|         courage was, so hot his ire.~ ~ XXV~Thus talked they,
46     X|      words appeased his foolish ire.~The prince content remounted
47     X|         speak," quoth he, "with ire and scorn~I burn, and gains,
48     X|         may you well avoid mine ire and wrath,~If to my will
49    XI|     pain, but fretting more for ire.~ ~ XLIII~Lord Stephen of
50    XI|      ran transported with their ire,~Now here, now there, and
51   XII|         flames, and quench mine ire:"~This said, the maid and
52   XII|        Their courage hot, their ire and wrath they whet,~And
53   XII|      heart more wroth."~ ~ LXII~Ire in their chafed breasts
54   XII|         still rebel with sinful ire,~Oh wretch! Oh whither doth
55   XIV|          by rash and headstrong ire,~To call the knight again;
56   XIV|      headstrong wrath and hasty ire,~And with his hardy deeds
57    XV|         neck swelled great with ire,~Flamed his eyes, and hiding
58   XVI|        love, courage, shame and ire;~Oft looked he back, oft
59   XVI|       cruel well deserved thine ire,~When thou in prison hadst
60   XVI|           Thus raging with fell ire she gan return~From that
61   XVI|     true witness of her frantic ire,~Her locks waved loose,
62  XVII|       the might;~To wreak thine ire behold me prest and fit,~
63  XVII|      art that their disdain and ire~At thy commands these knights
64  XVII|         wrought;~She gives thee ire, by which not courage flies~
65   XIX|    quench his wrath or calm his ire~If other hand his foe should
66   XIX|       secret hate,~The victor's ire destroyed the faithless
67   XIX|       which invade~Thou kindled ire, and mercy all forbode,~
68   XIX| sometime for love, sometime for ire,~And in his cheeks the color
69   XIX|         them, their hearts, for ire nigh broke,~In forced peace
70    XX|           III~From whence their ire, their wrath and hardy threat~
71    XX|         flew:~There fury roars, ire threats, and woe complains,~
72    XX|     came, whose fury, haste and ire,~Seemed earthquake, thunder,
73    XX|    backs that fled~To wreak his ire and spend his force in vain,~
74    XX|         in her bow,~Disdain her ire new sharped and kindled
75    XX|       wrath, and self-consuming ire,~Swelled his bosom like
76    XX|     around to spy, such was his ire,~The man whose stroke had
77    XX|     diverse parts him call~Just ire and pity kind, one bids
78    XX|       must do all,~And with his ire joins grief, with pity woe.~
79    XX|        strength, his might, his ire,~Yet felt not in himself
80    XX|        all that saw forgot both ire and strife,~Their wounds,