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 1     I|        secrets of each worthy's breast,~Out of the hierarchies
 2     I|       was made;~Nor swelled his breast with uncouth pride therefore,~
 3     I|       infants at their mothers' breast,~Their houses burn, their
 4    II|       this I could obtain, that breast to breast~Thy bosom might
 5    II|    could obtain, that breast to breast~Thy bosom might receive
 6   III|       gives them battle, in the breast~Of fair Erminia Tancred'
 7   III|     helm, and pierced the armed breast,~Her men the paths rode
 8   III|    longer live,~But pierce this breast, that all the world may
 9   III|     breathed vengeance from his breast~'Gainst him that noble Dudon
10   III|       shoulders and his squared breast:~But my proud foe that quite
11    IV|        have faith,~In brother's breast true love his mansion hath.~ ~
12    IV|         jolly Eustace, in whose breast the brand~Of love and pity
13     V|      Besides the virtues in his breast compiled,~And, for in love
14     V|       press so nigh;~And in his breast so boiled fell despite,~
15     V|      eye and heart,~At head and breast oft times he strucken hath,~
16     V|   ceased be, till in Gernando's breast~He sheathed once or twice
17     V|        embraced,~And gainst his breast a thousand shot she ventured,~
18     V|       rode in post, and let his breast him bear~As his blind fancy
19     V|   knights were gone,~Within his breast his wiser soul divined~Some
20     V|         their guide;~But in his breast a thousand cares he tost,~
21    VI|        quite dead your princely breast within,~Devise not how with
22   VII|     eyes, and fires were in her breast;~But he for whom these streams
23   VII|         of glory, boiled in his breast;~That though he scant could
24   VII|      gentle Raymond in his aged breast,~Who had mature advice,
25   VII|      not lived now,~Yet in this breast doth courage still remain;~
26   VII|        when he did his head and breast none ill,~His weaker parts
27  VIII|     fearless heart and constant breast he flies;~No steel could
28  VIII|      his ire,~His left upon his breast was humbly laid,~That men
29  VIII|        pierced was from back to breast,~A little by, his empty
30  VIII|    false Alecto breathed in his breast,~His working powers within
31  VIII|         to shed blood, in every breast increased,~This ill spread
32    IX|         said, her poison in his breast she hides,~And then to shapeless
33    IX|        in dust,~And through the breast his gentle brother thrust.~ ~
34    IX|        this in fierce Argantes' breast~Lessened the rancor and
35    IX|      sword through Berengarius' breast she thrust,~Quite through
36    IX|        shield~Unfit to arm your breast in iron bright,~You run
37    IX|        divide,~Then through the breast he wounded Ariadine,~Whom
38     X|       right naught,~And, in his breast, his proud heart rent in
39     X|        haughty eyes and furious breast~He laid apart his pride,
40    XI|   Clotharius died,~From back to breast an arrow pierced him,~The
41   XII|       he came there, and in her breast espied~His handiwork, that
42   XII|        besprent,~He knocked his breast, his face he rent and tare,~
43  XIII|     desire of glory swelled his breast,~The spoils won from his
44   XIV|      there, within whose gentle breast~Heaven had infused that
45    XV|       eyes, and hiding with his breast~All the broad path, he poison
46   XVI|    looks she hung, and her soft breast~The pillow was, where he
47   XVI|         had fled~From his frail breast to hers, and there would
48   XVI|        glass is seen, but in my breast.~ ~ XXII~"And if thou me
49   XVI|   flowers smiled, and her white breast~The lilies there that spring
50   XVI|        will lose mine own:~This breast, this bosom soft shall be
51   XVI|    entered not to kindle in his breast,~Which Reason late had quenched,
52   XVI|        One sigh strain from thy breast, one tear make fall?~ ~
53   XVI|       discharged from this weak breast,~Shall haunt thee ever,
54  XVII|        her locks, she smote her breast, and shed~Salt tears to
55 XVIII|     hearts delights,~Within thy breast make ruth or pity rise,~
56 XVIII|        mountain green;~Upon his breast and forehead gently blew~
57 XVIII|       ruth to hear;~The hardest breast sweet pity mollifies,~What
58 XVIII|        Armide;~For through this breast, and through this heart
59   XIX|   strove and sought,~But at his breast or helm's unclosed part~
60   XIX|         his point, which at his breast was bent;~Argantes at his
61   XIX|     near, and pierce Godfredo's breast,~While of his faithful guard
62   XIX|      know, as one~That from her breast her secret thoughts could
63   XIX|      sound~Pierced my heart, my breast's weak fortress won,~Which
64   XIX|        Sweet soul, still in his breast, my follies bold~Ah, pardon
65    XX|        meet death with constant breast,~Furious and fierce he did
66    XX| thousand armed foes,~He did his breast weak, naked, sick, oppose.~ ~
67    XX|          some hope dwelt in his breast,~But Tisiphernes bold revived
68    XX|       bend his head down to his breast.~ ~ CXX~The champion in
69    XX|       bide;~The cruel sword his breast and hinder part~With double