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 1    II|        far and near,~The people ran, both young and old, to
 2    II|       old, to gaze;~Olindo also ran, and gan to fear~His lady
 3    II|    death, swift to the fire she ran.~ ~  XLII~The people made
 4    II|  reposed.~Quick to the fire she ran, and quenched it out,~And
 5   III|      sighs, and eyes with tears ran over:~ ~  XIX~At last she
 6   III|    unhurt to shun:~ ~ XXXIII~So ran Clorinda, so her foes pursued,~
 7   III|       bit his lips for teen,~He ran, he stayed, he fled, he
 8    IV|        host to sure destruction ran,~Condemned quite by Heaven'
 9     V|        in his bosom unperceived ran;~It filled his heart with
10     V|    scornful heart, and forth it ran~At his proud looks, and
11     V|       not yet the quarrel weel,~Ran thither, some to gaze and
12     V|     poison of her secret wiles,~Ran forward still, in this disordered
13   VII|      forest's sweet contentment ran,~To Memphis's stately palace
14   VII|    forsook, and on the green~He ran, as mad or frantic he had
15   VII|       another through the field~Ran masterless, dismounted was
16   VII|    likewise away the right wing ran,~Nor was there one again
17  VIII|       by the corse he spied,~He ran away his fearful face to
18  VIII|     cried, to arms the soldiers ran.~And as they run, "Arm,
19  VIII|      stay.~ ~ LXXV~Now headlong ran to harness in this heat~
20  VIII|         is used,~The messengers ran to Godfredo great,~And bade
21    IX|       scar,~On great adventures ran his hardy thought,~But naught
22    IX|        huge army they descried,~Ran back, and gan with shouts
23    IX|    flying did espy,~And thither ran, and thus, displeased, spake,~"
24    IX|        through dust and dirt he ran,~O'er heaps of bodies wallowing
25    IX|       bank disordered thus they ran,~The Christian knights huge
26     X|       sign nor token where they ran,~The coursers pant and smoke
27    XI|         full of heat and haste,~Ran boldly forward to the ditches
28    XI|        long beech tree in hand,~Ran thither, this huge engine
29    XI|       brake.~ ~ LXVI~The Pagans ran transported with their ire,~
30    XI|       the lamp,~A chilling fear ran cold through every vein,~
31   XII|      foes out of the walls they ran,~Their rams they broke and
32   XII|       To arms in haste and fear ran all the rout,~Down fell
33   XII|       trenchant blade,~Together ran they, and together stroke,~
34   XII|      near the place,~Thither he ran and filled his helmet wide,~
35   XII|       his senses and his visage ran:~Like his dead lady, dead
36   XII|       lords of worth and might,~Ran thither, and the duty would
37   XIV|          And through the fields ran swift as shaft from bow,~
38   XVI|        fear, in wrath, in anger ran.~ ~ XXXVI~"Whither, O cruel!
39   XVI|         her arts, and forth she ran to prove~If single beauty
40   XVI|        for love.~ ~ XXXVIII~She ran, nor of her honor took regard,~
41   XVI|   herself disdained, abandoned,~Ran after him; that from her
42   XVI|       and prayers to adorn:~She ran and hasted after him that
43 XVIII|       fertile hollow womb forth ran,~Clad in rare weeds and
44 XVIII|         from whom but late thou ran'st thy ways?~Com'st thou
45 XVIII|         Yet with small pains it ran, as it had flown:~Wondered
46 XVIII|         when all his armed foes~Ran thither, and their force
47 XVIII|      ease she cast:~But Solyman ran thither fierce and bold,~
48   XIX|      railed,~But from the Pagan ran whole streams of blood,~
49   XIX|       eyes, the world on wheels ran round,~Day wrapped her brightness
50   XIX|     with lukewarm blood~Rinaldo ran, and chased the Pagan bands;~
51   XIX|       did chase,~Thou know'st I ran to thy dear lord and mine,~
52   XIX|      Tancred's name thither she ran with speed,~Like one half
53    XX|        blood,~Upon their people ran the knights he brings,~Pricked
54    XX|         his thought,~To aid her ran, nay flew, and laid away~
55    XX|       the man alone defied,~And ran among a thousand enemies:~
56    XX|      Gascoign rout:~But Raymond ran to meet the Soldan bold,~
57    XX|         LXXXI~Among the rest he ran, he raged, he smote,~And
58    XX| skirmish to the battle great~He ran, and quenched with blood
59    XX|        array,~The Syrian people ran away outright,~The fight
60    XX|      where his father died, you ran away:"~This said, against
61    XX|       bare:~The way she fled he ran and rode aright,~Her palfrey'
62    XX|         From his pure fountains ran two streams likewise,~Wherein