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 1     I|      Camillo had,~Embattailed in walls of iron brown:~In this adventure
 2    II|     small, that lies~From Sion's walls distant a little way,~A
 3    II|       friendly star-light to the walls him brought:~Yet his fell
 4    II|         They yearned to view the walls, the wished mark~To which
 5   III|     donned in haste,~Some to the walls, some to the gates them
 6   III|     armed fist~Breaks down stone walls, when rams and engines fail,~
 7   III|     bootless you complain.~Those walls are weak, they keep but
 8   III|      with that word close to the walls he starts,~Nor fears he
 9   III|     shook his crest~Before those walls, each Pagan fears and flies~
10   III|         The city's strength, the walls and gates about,~And saw
11   III|         Where weakest seemed the walls to keep him out;~Ermina
12    IV|        deckings miss,~With naked walls and pillars freezing cold,~
13    IV|           L~"But what avail high walls or bulwarks strong,~Where
14    IV|         armies raise~From Sion's walls, my speech tends not so
15    VI|        armies and engines on the walls they spread,~Their slings
16    VI|        on mine arms within these walls ypent~To-morrow's sun shall
17    VI|          nigh dead,~Before those walls did his broad ensign spread.~ ~
18    VI|         minute used~To guard the walls against the Christians bold,~
19   VII|              LXXXIII~But now the walls and turrets round about,~
20    IX|         mist of dust,~Toward the walls they run, they throng, they
21    IX|       And safe within the city's walls the king .~The relics small
22     X|     perils nigh;~This town's old walls and rampires new compare~
23     X|     Which yesterday within these walls you brought,~While your
24     X|         night~Safe in the city's walls himself he pent,~And there
25    XI| ancresses that dwell~Mewed up in walls, and mumble on their beads,~
26    XI|     mother dear.~ ~ XII~Upon the walls the Pagans old and young~
27    XI|       iron tough tree great,~The walls and bulwarks trembled at
28    XI|          And on the ruins of the walls and stones,~Dispersed left
29    XI|      some closely undermine,~The walls before the Frenchmen shrink
30    XI|        decay~As high as were the walls and bulwarks best,~A turret
31    XI|        him the maid, defends~The walls above, to which the tower
32   XII|       rampiers broke and bruised walls to mend,~Lastly their hurts
33   XII|        Among our foes out of the walls they ran,~Their rams they
34   XII|       Shall I while these strong walls my life protect~Behold thy
35  XIII|      that the strength of Sion's walls to shake,~They should no
36  XIII|   strength in scorn,~And now the walls he gan in part repair,~Which
37  XIII|          peer,~Before the city's walls last day that fell,~In bodies
38  XIII|         thinks he~To scale these walls, or this strong fort to
39   XIV|        been~To scale again these walls reinforced new,~And fainting
40   XIV|     heart as he?~Beat down these walls, these gates in pieces break,~
41    XV|    thence the seas next Bisert's walls they cleft,~And far Sardinia
42  XVII|        in the plains, old Gaza's walls without,~The lords and leaders
43 XVIII|        Is won, the Pagans slain, walls beaten down.~ ~ ~ I~Arrived
44 XVIII|     Wherewith the firm and solid walls to shake,~To cast a dart,
45 XVIII|      Another tower, close to the walls ybrought."~This spoken,
46 XVIII|         Where from the north the walls did westward twine.~ ~ LXIV~
47 XVIII|         iron fronts the rams the walls down throw.~ ~ LXXII~Yet
48 XVIII|          did shake,~Trembled the walls, the hills and mountains
49 XVIII|     without fear or awe~Upon the walls in open sight he came,~Black,
50 XVIII|        battered hold~That on the walls her bridge at ease she cast:~
51 XVIII|          Soldan fled,~And on the walls the purple Cross dispread:~ ~
52 XVIII|      naught;~Their engine to the walls they could not bring,~For
53 XVIII|        once now entered all,~The walls were won, the gates were
54   XIX|        lives~From their forsaken walls the Pagans chase:~Yet neither
55   XIX|         With turrets high, thick walls, and doors of brass.~ ~
56   XIX|        your town is, though your walls be gone,~For in yourselves
57    XX|       plain espied,~For from the walls and ports the army great~