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 1    II|      But let us manage war with blows like knights,~Our praise
 2    II|        we sail while prosperous blows the wind,~Till on some secret
 3   III|         way to ward or shun her blows he tries;~But softly says, "
 4    VI|         untired,~His thundering blows so fast about he layeth,~
 5    VI|         overblow and pass,~Some blows his mighty target well defended,~
 6    VI|      and well-nigh spent,~Their blows show greater will than power
 7    VI|        you how sweet methinketh blows the air,~How comforts it
 8   VII|    hauberk bright,~He thundered blows, now at his face and sight.~ ~
 9   VII|       trusty blade,~Against his blows he good resistance made.~ ~
10   VII|         bathe;~On him he heaped blows, with thrusts confused,~
11   VII|       on, and doubled still his blows,~And where he hits he neither
12   VII|           XCII~Among a thousand blows the Saracine~At last struck
13   VII|       man invade,~Yet all their blows were waste, their onsets
14   VII|          And scorned those idle blows they struck in vain;~Argantes
15   VII|      tempest, and against their blows.~ ~ CXX~The cruel hail,
16  VIII|   daylight stain,~Such wondrous blows on every side he smote;~
17  VIII|         No wounds I shunned, no blows I would off bear,~And had
18  VIII|         those bloody wounds and blows.~ ~ XLV~"But thou who hast
19    IX|       strange force their cruel blows they drove?~How sore their
20    IX|         through the field,~Your blows are feeble, and your hope
21    IX|       this while, his force and blows in vain.~ ~ LXXXIX~A thousand
22    IX| Drowning in blood him that from blows escapes.~The king meanwhile
23    XI|      with good-fortune so their blows they give,~That whom they
24   XII|       thee, a gentle wind there blows~Whose friendly puffs safe
25   XII|       through thousand thousand blows,~And then performed their
26   XII|        from part to part,~Their blows were neither false nor feigned
27 XVIII|         to revenge these deadly blows they strove,~With darts
28 XVIII|   mighty beam redoubted oft his blows,~And with such force the
29 XVIII|       made,~The field as in few blows right soon was tried,~"Here
30   XIX|        his array,~By his strong blows, his armor and his coat;~
31   XIX|      his sword his foe's fierce blows he broke,~And rather chose
32   XIX|   Prince, his hand more fit for blows,~With his huge weight the
33   XIX|       And with fierce change of blows renewed the fray,~Where
34   XIX|        now failed~To strike his blows, that scant he stirred or
35   XIX|      helm nor target strong his blows off bears,~Best armed there
36   XIX|      all the French defied:~The blows were mortal which he gave
37   XIX|       man flew,~And scorned his blows and him that kept the gap,~
38    XX|         His shield kept off the blows bent on his dear,~Which,
39    XX|       than strokes, and yet his blows~Upon his feeble foes fell
40    XX|       temperate, gentle, still,~Blows through the ample field
41    XX|       dreadful Turk with sudden blows down cast~The first he met,
42    XX|      and him defied,~Two mighty blows she gave the Turk untrue,~
43    XX|      her bosom white,~Worthy no blows, but blows of love to have:~
44    XX|     white,~Worthy no blows, but blows of love to have:~Her dying
45    XX|       my courage, fortune to my blows,~That fair Armida her revenge
46    XX|     some,~Such and so desperate blows struck either knight,~That