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 1    II|       a worthless chain;~Then back to back fast to a stake
 2    II| worthless chain;~Then back to back fast to a stake both ties,~
 3   III|       damsel flew,~And at her back he proffereth as he goes~
 4   III|      pursuit at last returned back,~And his brave troop discomfit
 5    IV|    realm I fled;~Oft looked I back, but hardly could suppress~
 6    IV|      locks, my thoughts, drew back as fast,~So fare the men,
 7    VI|       ended scant,~And hasted back the way he came whileare,~
 8   VII|     of shame and ire~Returned back, with faint and weary pace:~
 9   VII|      eyes behold~How from his back I tear his harness bright,~
10   VII|    their weight they bore him back at last.~ ~ CXIII~His back
11   VII|    back at last.~ ~ CXIII~His back against this storm at length
12   VII|        Naught but his fearful back each Christian shows~Against
13  VIII|       knight~He willed on his back his arms to keep.~Now had
14  VIII|      through pierced was from back to breast,~A little by,
15    IX|       army they descried,~Ran back, and gan with shouts the '
16    IX|    sure and just,~That at his back his life and blood forth
17     X|     His body weak and wounded back and side,~Yet rested he,
18    XI|     XXXII~His men at arms did back his bands on foot,~The light
19    XI|   high, Clotharius died,~From back to breast an arrow pierced
20    XI|      he pushed the tower, and back it drives~The length of
21    XI|           LXXX~The spear flew back the way it lately came,~
22   XII|       he with sober pace~Drew back, and to the banks themselves
23   XII|     fling,~Whom Solyman drove back with courage stout,~And
24  XIII|       to the camp they turned back dismayed,~With words confused
25  XIII|    charmed grove,~Yet nothing back but fear and flight they
26  XIII|      XXXIV~The knight stepped back and took a sudden pause,~
27   XIV|      and the art~To bring him back to these thy warlike crews,~
28   XIV|      left his own,~And on his back a Pagan's harness tied,~
29    XV|       the main doth his broad back oppose,~Whereon the roaring
30    XV| forward pressed,~Now would he back in rolls and heaps retire,~
31    XV|   furnace wide,~His stern his back oft smote, his rage to whet,~
32   XVI|      foul defiled,~And on her back his lion's skin had she,~
33   XVI|  shame and ire;~Oft looked he back, oft gazed he on the fight,~
34   XVI|       the salt sea sides~Here back return and to their springward
35   XVI|   doth run,~And wiseth on his back the armed knight,~Longing
36  XVII| offered;~Which done, the Pope back to the Vatican~She brought,
37 XVIII|      he came whence shrinking back for dread~Of that strange
38 XVIII|       were:~But he who at his back right well did know~The
39 XVIII|  tossed,~Now out, now in, now back, now forward cast.~In his
40 XVIII|        LXXXVI~The winds drove back the fire, where heaped lie~
41 XVIII|    How the fierce blast drove back the fire and flame,~By art
42 XVIII|   that his steps from Godfrey back he bent,~And to him let
43   XIX|   wrath allayed,~And stepping back, thus gently spoke and said:~ ~
44   XIX|      courteous prince stepped back, and "Yield thee!" cried,~
45   XIX|     repulsed were,~And beaten back, else slain before the Gate:~
46    XX|   troops, and purposed at the back~And side their heedless
47    XX|       o'erthrown,~Some beaten back, some killed, some felled
48    XX|        And all his foes drove back with his sharp blade,~That
49    XX|  bestrode~The courser's empty back, and forth he rode.~ ~ XCIII~
50    XX|     he strikes sometime, till back they came,~And rage gainst
51    XX|      in her look,~When to her back he stepped, and stayed her