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 1     I|     read.~ ~ VI~Six years were run since first in martial guise~
 2     I|        that directed course we run~The God of Battles thus
 3     I|     another Robert fierce they run.~Then the English squadron,
 4     I|       glad by heaps to harness run;~So if with drought endangered
 5    II|    fear, all feet for dread do run,~And though no realms you
 6    II|        that makes our coursers run;~This is our harbor, safe
 7   III|       at their strange tennice run,~Defenced, the flying balls
 8    VI|       now, where wouldest thou run,~To lay that field of princely
 9    VI|      that encounter would have run,~And haply ta'en him captive
10   VII|      what makes you doubt?~Why run you not, there for your
11  VIII|    behind,~Our foes or dead or run away afraid,~Of victory
12  VIII|       same a whispering murmur run,~Till at my side arrived
13  VIII|       hast part of thy race to run,~With haps and hazards of
14  VIII|      soldiers ran.~And as they run, "Arm, arm," cried every
15    IX|   about;~The beaten Christians run away full light,~The Pagans,
16    IX|       The streams of blood and run on either hand:~The Lord
17    IX|     breast in iron bright,~You run half-naked trembling through
18    IX|         swift I trow~As he, to run, to stop, to turn and twine;~
19    IX|   grief, horror, sorrow, pain,~Run through the field, disguised
20    IX|    dust,~Toward the walls they run, they throng, they thrust.~ ~
21     X|     thrown;~Else fearful is he run away disguised,~And scant
22     X|       here,~Neither afraid nor run away for dread,~And that
23     X|       men all murdered, I that run away.~ ~ LI~"If this, or
24    XI|       day you mean a course to run,~Wherein may peril much,
25    XI|     basis that fair plain doth run,~There stood the Soldan
26   XII|        half my tap of life was run,~Rich by rewards given by
27   XII|       the hardy couple forward run~To execute their valiant
28   XII|         and bullet flies,~They run, they give the charge, begin
29   XII|      tent;~Swift from myself I run, myself I fear,~Yet still
30   XII|       LXXXIII~"But thither now run forth my guilty blood,~Whither
31  XIII|      welkin fleet,~Some nimbly run o'er hills and valleys light,~
32  XIII|     himself excuse,~But hither run from his eternal seat,~O
33  XIII|       never wist,~But when far run he had discoverd it,~Himself
34   XIV| replied, "Ere many years shall run,~Amid the saints in bliss
35   XIV|      bold~With wanton windlays run, turn, play and pass;~So
36   XIV|  remains by which you must not run,~What promontory, rock,
37    XV|      this globe, this compass, run.~ ~ XXXI~"A knight of Genes
38    XV|      twixt south and west they run,~And sliced out twixt froth
39   XVI|       his club fair Iole forth run,~His club with blood of
40   XVI|         now fro,~Whose streams run forth there to the salt
41   XVI|     loud and thither fast doth run,~And wiseth on his back
42   XVI|        may'st deny, as well as run away."~ ~ XLI~At this Rinaldo
43   XVI|      to wrath,~That hence thou run, and that at naught thou
44  XVII|     hot, now cold,~Now lets it run, now doth it fettered hold."~ ~
45 XVIII|      camp with their commander run,~In skill, in wit, in cunning
46   XIX|      Titan half his course had run,~That camp, that mighty
47   XIX|  virgin, nor to me in vain you run:'~A sweetness strange from
48    XX|        s azure mantle oft doth run~Or fall, a sliding star,
49    XX|        all, the hosts together run.~ ~ XXVIII~It was a great,
50    XX|   cobbles round:~Each steed to run was ready, prest and quick,~
51    XX|      battles forth the footmen run.~ ~ XXXII~But who was first
52    XX|       so light,~When forth she run to meet that dreadful knight.~ ~
53    XX|   match, against him none dust run,~But where the press was
54    XX| succored~That battle, all were run away or slain,~Upon their
55    XX|      from every side,~The rest run out, and Aladine forth hies,~
56    XX|       cried, "Whither will you run,~And leave your leader to
57    XX|     thought,~Despair made some run headlong gainst their fone,~
58    XX|  slumber short,~And think they run some speedy course, and
59    XX|       word send out:~ ~ CVI~So run to fight the angry Soldan
60    XX|       coat he put not off, but run~To the high temple with