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 1   III|    virgin gan him soon defy.~One blow she strucken, and he warded
 2   III|       hand,"~And for to ward the blow lift up his brand.~ ~ XXX~
 3   III|          His shock no steed, his blow no knight could bear,~For
 4   III|          self fell at one single blow,~Inglorious, bleeding lay,
 5    VI|          side he reached a noble blow,~Wide was the wound, the
 6    VI|          his foot, his eye,~This blow he proveth, that defence
 7    VI|          now he falsifieth,~This blow he wardeth, that he lets
 8    VI|     fired;~His foe to strike one blow no leisure hath,~Scantly
 9    VI|       And at each rush and every blow they smote~Thunder the noise,
10    VI|        nor blustering winds that blow~Withhold me, but I would
11    VI|          never feared~The sudden blow of Fortune's cruel spite,~
12   VII|       neither plate nor mail the blow withstood,~The wicked steel
13   VII|          not the helmet with the blow,~Although the owner twice
14   VII|           Against the threatened blow he saw right plain~No tempered
15   VII|         Circassian missed of his blow,~A thing which seld befell
16   VII|        Upon whose helm the heavy blow did fall,~And bent well-nigh
17  VIII|        But now, alas! the mortal blow is stroken,~Rinaldo have
18    IX|     great.~ ~ XXIII~He struck no blow, but that his foe he hit;~
19    IX|       stout~Headless at one huge blow he laid in dust,~And through
20    IX|          anger great to wreak,~A blow, that pierced the mail and
21    IX|      with his cry, and with that blow,~The Turk upon him gan his
22    IX|       equalized by his murdering blow.~ ~ LXVIII~Not far from
23    IX|      chiefly bide,~And that fell blow she struck so sure and just,~
24    IX|          neck light that unhappy blow,~And cut the sinews and
25    IX|        wrong,~And with a cutting blow so did her greet,~That from
26    IX|        died,~And at one wondrous blow his weapon fine,~Did Adiazel
27    IX|      throat; and worthy was that blow~Of Solyman, his strength
28    IX|     Rosteno in the flank,~At one blow Selim's head he stroke off
29    XI|         XXXVI~Not mortal was the blow, yet with the fall~On earth
30    XI|     sacks of wool they place the blow to choke,~Whose yielding
31    XI|        what coast;~And with like blow, which more their hearts
32    XI|     might.~ ~ LXXIX~The dreadful blow quite through his target
33    XI|        stepped aside the furious blow to shun:~But Sigiere in
34   XII|      their face,~They yearned to blow the fire, and draw the sword.~
35   XII| steadfast their feet remain,~Nor blow nor loin they struck, or
36  XIII|       and gave the tree~A mighty blow, that made a gaping wound,~
37  XIII|           No flame or threatened blow I felt or feared,~Then rain
38  XIII|        the purple blood~At every blow streams from the wounded
39   XIV|        they come and whence they blow,~How Jove his thunder makes
40  XVII|          can strike, and at each blow~Thy foes and ours kill,
41 XVIII|  tempests strong, the whirlwinds blow,~The bitter storm drove
42   XIX|       blade.~Tancred to ward his blow his sword up slung,~But
43   XIX|        part.~ ~ XXIV~His fearful blow he doubled, but he spent~
44   XIX|       vain;~For Tancred from the blow against him bent,~Leaped
45   XIX|        hurt he proffered him, no blow he strake.~Meanwhile by
46   XIX|          might of that redoubled blow,~The brazen hinges from
47   XIX|           He struck his foe, his blow no blood forth drew,~But
48   XIX|    mingled be, to give the fatal blow~They will keep near, and
49    XX|         on the green.~ ~ XXXIV~A blow felled Artaxerxes, with
50    XX|        bridle where it lust,~The blow upon the courser's ears
51    XX|         he gave that lady kind~A blow so huge, so strong, so great,
52    XX|     prest to give the trait'rous blow,~With all his fellows mongst
53    XX|      rival so to scape withouten blow,~One drew his sword, another
54    XX|        late for dead at one huge blow.~ ~ LXXX~They met, and Raymond
55    XX|        fell amid the field,~This blow again upon his forehead
56    XX|    throat he struck him, yet the blow~His helmet neither bruised,
57    XX|       fell the giant strong, one blow such power,~Such puissance