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 1     I|     Sion's bulwarks high,~And, full of zeal and faith, esteemed
 2     I|        and shape he fared,~But full of heavenly majesty and
 3     I|       successively is done~Was full of peril, to our honor small,~
 4     I|     won,~Be glorious acts, and full of glorious praise,~By Heaven'
 5     I|     his eyes,~Their banks were full, their tide was at the flow,~
 6    II|       house the heaven by this full moon aye cleared,~For there,
 7    II|      were taught,~She fair, he full of bashfulness and truth,~
 8    II|         a shop for merchandise~Full of rich stuff, but none
 9    II|       blest,~My torments easy, full of sweet delight,~It this
10    II|        head, and cast his eyes full low,~And reverence made
11    II|    said:~ ~ LXXXI~"Ambassador, full both of threats and praise,~
12   III|    XXXI~The villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,~Pursues,
13   III|       labor yield,~His age was full of puissance and might~Two
14   III|         bleeding lay, on earth full low:~ ~ XLII~Nor had the
15    IV|        tremble,~His eyes, that full of rage and venom swell,~
16    IV|     the crimson morn in chase;~Full seemed her looks of anger,
17    VI|    weak,~Nor this hoar head so full of doubts and fears~But
18    VI|     would his foeman kill,~But full of other thoughts he forward
19    VI|     gone too far.~ ~ XXXI~Then full of fury, anger and despite,~
20    VI|     But to the knight that lay full low, alas,~In high disdain
21    VI|      bloody fray;~Her life had full of haps and hazards been,~
22   VII|       The Christian knights so full of shame and ire~Returned
23   VII|     but the hilts of gold,~And full of thoughts amazed awhile
24  VIII|        huge, fierce looks, and full of wrath,~That with the
25  VIII|  friends?~His villain heart is full of fraud and guile,~To your
26  VIII|     blood defiled,~A spectacle full both of grief and fear;~
27    IX|        XVII~"See there a camp, full stuffed of spoils and preys,~
28    IX|     beaten Christians run away full light,~The Pagans, mingled
29    IX|     tore,~Raging in death, and full of rage before.~ ~ LXXIX~
30     X|  strange, above our skill;~For full of marvel is my troubled
31     X| shoulders sliding,~My skin was full of scales, like shields
32     X|   pleased her to restore,~Then full of wonder and of fear we
33     X|        lustre chased,~When all full sweetly in their cabins
34    XI|    bitumen cruel.~ ~ XXVII~All full of arms and weapons was
35    XI|    XXXIII~The hardy Frenchmen, full of heat and haste,~Ran boldly
36    XI|        bulwarks best,~A turret full of men and weapons pent,~
37   XII|    said:~ ~ V~"My thoughts are full, my lord, of strange desire~
38   XII|       XXXI~"Her fearful muzzle full of dreadful threat,~In thy
39   XII|  nature's-self you both excel,~Full many a realm have you made
40   XII|     port, the virgin went,~And full of heat and wrath, her strength
41   XII|     shield,~And thither hasted full of grief and fear,~Her dead,
42   XII|     sighs were deep, his looks full of despair,~Out of his woful
43  XIII|      tall,~Castles and turrets full of fiery shot,~With slings
44  XIII|      speech of human kind,~But full of sorrow grief and woe
45  XIII|        benign, and gentle ray,~Full of strong power and vigor
46   XIV|      her clothes she tare,~And full of woe these heavy words
47   XIV|       they lay,~There glad and full of thoughts he left his
48    XV|       Her eyes were courteous, full of peace and love;~In look
49    XV|      of the land~They found as full of armed men as sand.~ ~
50    XV|    realms more inward been~All full of monsters and of desert
51   XVI|     pent,~And do so much, that full of rage and spite,~With
52   XVI|      thou shaken hast to earth full low~With thy sharp brand
53   XVI|      wit;~And forward marched, full of strange desires,~Nor
54  XVII|       mighty shield all scored full they view~Of pictures fair,
55 XVIII|      of spirits ill;~Of horror full, but horror there innate;~
56 XVIII|     nimbly up and down,~Though full of arms and armed men it
57 XVIII|  forehead bold,~Of linen white full twenty yards he rolled.~ ~
58   XIX|  Saracine,~Till that high cry, full of sad fear and dread,~Pierced
59    XX|   seems;~His face and forehead full of noblesse were,~And on
60    XX|       their hope and fear:~All full of broken lances lay the
61    XX|      lances lay the field,~All full of arms that cloven and
62    XX|     Tancred lay,~His house was full of noise and great affright,~
63    XX|     spear."~ ~ XCVI~This said, full of disdain, rage and despite,~
64    XX|        tree down cast,~And her full grapes to naught doth bruise