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 1   III|     prince right pensive wend and sad,~And there the virgin gan
 2   III|        Dudon's burial,~Of cypress sad a pile his friends compose~
 3    IV|        and friends; but I in this sad plight~Invoke thy help,
 4    IV|           dear mother came,~Pale, sad, dismayed, to warn me in
 5    IV|         steps again,~With gesture sad but in disdainful kind,~
 6    IV|         forth, though sprung from sad lament,~And with this craft
 7     V|          near,~And there beheld a sad and rueful sight,~The signs
 8    VI|         Hopeless, dismayed, pale, sad, astonished,~Her love, her
 9    VI|        grief augmented,~With such sad visions were her thoughts
10    VI|          s fair face from gulf of sad despair~My tossed bark to
11   VII|          watery eyes;~Part of her sad misfortunes then she told,~
12   VII|           doth shine,~And tidings sad of death and mischief brings~
13   VII|        gestures threatened horror sad,~And ugly death upon his
14   VII|           people all dismayed and sad,~To see their knight of
15  VIII|           loss he tells, and such sad things,~Great news he brings,
16  VIII|          of Pagans near.~At these sad tidings many changed their
17  VIII|          did buried lie,~Then our sad cries to heaven for grief
18  VIII|     knight,~Thou bringest tidings sad and dolorous,~For which
19  VIII|           brought of misadventure sad~Tokens and signs, seemed
20  VIII|           though dead, with whose sad words the blood~Forth at
21  VIII|     murdered sprite appear,~Pale, sad and wan, with wounds and
22     X|         Prince by night~Where the sad king sits fearful on his
23     X|           grief and teen,~On that sad book his shame and loss
24     X|           in purple clad~Sate the sad king, among his nobles sad.~ ~
25     X|        sad king, among his nobles sad.~ ~ XXXV~The Turk, close
26     X|      disdainful grace,~Sullen and sad, sat the Circassian stout,~
27    XI|          night, from her pavilion sad,~Her cloudy wings did on
28   XII|       wept, she pensive stood and sad,~Because like dream herself
29   XII|    therefore in torments' smart~A sad example must I still remain,~
30   XII|          voice shrill plaints and sad laments oft reared,~Now
31   XII|        celestial seem~To pity his sad plight, and thus she said,~"
32   XII|        living sprite,~Pale, cold, sad, comfortless, of sense deprived,~
33   XII|         eyes derived:~Thus with a sad "Alas!" began the knight,~"
34  XIII|           blindness deep~And with sad terror make weak hearts
35  XIII|         Yet fled the man and with sad fear withdrew,~Though fear
36  XIII|       Amazed, ashamed, disgraced, sad, silent, trist,~Alone he
37  XIII|      about his forehead spread,~A sad presage of ill that should
38  XIII|         for gold,~Nor to refresh, sad earth, thy thirsty sprite,~
39  XIII|        talk and oft debate,~These sad complaints were heard the
40    XV|          Through gloomy shades of sad and sable night,~Through
41    XV|          stream the damsels dived sad,~Ashamed, disgraced, for
42   XVI|          spite,~With them he goes sad, shamed, discontent:~With
43   XVI|         Cast in her lap, he would sad death await,~And in the
44   XVI|            mirth, woe, grief, and sad regreet,~Sighs, sorrows,
45   XVI|         he said,~Grieved, shamed, sad, he would have died fain,~
46   XVI|      still, and stayed,~She came, sad, breathless, weary, faint
47   XVI|          so;~And as he could with sad and rueful look~His leave
48   XVI|            foresaken, speechless, sad,~Armida wildly stared and
49   XVI|           the place with darkness sad,~Wherein a firebrand gave
50   XVI|        resort and light,~Where in sad thoughts a thousand doubts
51  XVII|          seen, with anger sullen, sad for woe,~She conquered all
52  XVII|         dwelt, in woe and torment sad:~So might thine host an
53 XVIII|            Let pass such speeches sad, of passed harms.~Remembrance
54 XVIII| Thoughtful he passed the day, and sad the night;~And ere the silver
55 XVIII|           thick,~Fit dwelling for sad folk with grief oppressed,~
56 XVIII|        her eyes.~ ~ XXXI~On him a sad and smiling look she cast,~
57 XVIII|       They flew, and flying, left sad death behind.~ ~ LXX~But
58 XVIII|       proud 'twixt woe and horror sad doth ride.~Here runs the
59   XIX|           said, "Whereon doth thy sad heart devise?~Think'st thou
60   XIX|      living buried lie;~There the sad mother with her tender child~
61   XIX|        again her front and visage sad,~Midst clouds of woe her
62   XIX|    Because each wound shall bring sad death ere long.~ ~ LXXXIX~"
63   XIX|          that she fetched a sigh, sad, sore and deep,~And from
64   XIX|       Till that high cry, full of sad fear and dread,~Pierced
65   XIX|      rather dead I were,~That thy sad plight might be unknown,
66   XIX|        deprive;~And of thy spoils sad death afford me this,~Let
67    XX|        image true appear,~How his sad country him entreats and
68    XX|            And pleasure flew amid sad dread and fear;~The trumpets
69    XX|         Now soiled and slubbered, sad and sullen grow,~The steel
70    XX|           stood aghast,~For where sad fear grew late, now boldness
71    XX|        the purple field,~There of sad death the court and palace
72    XX|           lord,~Your noble death, sad end, and woful fate,~If