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 1     I|         tide was at the flow,~His help far off, his hurt within
 2     I|         whom all virtues flow,~To help us this great conquest to
 3     I|   Frenchman should have gained~Or help or ease, by finding aught
 4    II|     wicked arts both oft implores~Help from the Lord, and aid from
 5    II|        stood prepared to die, yet help they find,~Whence least
 6    II|           poor souls, of hope and help bereft,~Greedy to know,
 7    II|         But if our sins us of his help deprive,~Of his high justice
 8   III|      placed~Thou wilt procure its help Divine, so reaps~He that
 9    IV|        this sad plight~Invoke thy help, my kingdom to invade,~So
10    IV|       bootless spent,~Unless thou help; to thee, renowned Sire,~
11    IV|        from Macon's lore, I crave~Help for this sickness none but
12    IV|            And of her grief would help her bear the smart:~If Godfrey
13    IV|           arms unworthy bears,~To help a maiden's cause that shuns
14     V|          at my discretion free~To help Armida, or serve here with
15     V|           Pale death, and neither help nor comfort near,~Yet for
16    VI|           wanteth, shall this arm help out,~In spite of fate shall
17    VI|        complained, called for her help, and fainted,~And found,
18    VI|    sorrowings,~As if all hope and help were perished quite?~My
19   VII|        but dead,~Where naught can help, thy courage, strength and
20   VII|       train,~To close without the help of human wight,~So sure
21   VII|       LXVII~And Pyrrhus, who with help of Boemond's sword~Proud
22   VII|        But lo, at hand unseen was help divine,~Which saves when
23   VII|            To see their knight of help have so great need,~And
24   VII|           yet the law of arms all help forbad.~There in a turret
25   VII|           more quick pursuit,~And help to gather conquest's precious
26  VIII|        this last work without his help be wrought:~In this his
27     X|         up, pride to suppress,~To help the innocents shall be their
28    XI|          aid, assistance, and the help obtain~Of all the blessed
29    XI|           by his side arrives,~To help Argantes in this hard assay:~
30    XI|          nor the evening dark~Can help your privy sleights with
31    XI|         grace divine which to thy help applies,~Thy weapon take
32    XI|           came~Whose skill should help and rear again the same.~ ~
33   XII|      damsels and that aged swain,~Help them, my lord, in that distressed
34   XII|          meant~To pass unseen, by help of friendly night,~To whom
35  XIII|        art.~ ~ XIII~"Besides this help, another hap," quoth he,~"
36  XIII|      pause,~And to himself, "What help these arms?" quoth he,~"
37  XIII|          little ease, alas, small help, they win~That breathe forth
38  XIII|         happy zeal! who trusts in help divine~The world's afflictions
39   XIV|          thyself restore~A trusty help, when strength of hand thou
40   XIV|     restored.~ ~ XLII~"Nor yet by help of devil, or aid from hell,~
41    XV|        brake in~By great Alcides' help, as stories feign,~True
42   XVI|            dare I still vaunt, or help invoke~From this poor beauty,
43   XVI| traitor-lad~From this last trance help or recall me out?~And do
44 XVIII|           thy sins was slain:~His help therefore invoke, to him
45 XVIII|            Now burns, unless some help come down from skies.~ ~
46 XVIII|     uneven the way,~Nor art could help, but that the rougher ground~
47   XIX|           shalt wish, of hope and help forlorn,~Some sea or mountain
48   XIX|           both at once to aid and help the same~The sovereign Duke
49   XIX|         Where none that hears can help or ease my grief.~From him
50    XX|       that take my part,~I see no help; no hope, no trust I place;~
51    XX|        beheld~The battle lost, no help nor hope remained;~But on
52    XX|           she strave,~Her lord to help her came, but came too late,~
53    XX|        neither art nor herb could help him now;~Down fell the giant
54    XX|       Armida her revenge may see,~Help, Macon, for his arms I vow
55    XX|          should harm his foes, or help his friends;~Nor of the
56    XX|      called to mind how, far from help or aid,~Armida fled, alone,
57    XX|        since all hope is vain all help is waste,~Since hurts ease