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 1   III| Meanwhile the Pagan troops were nigh forlore,~Swiftly they fled,
 2   III|         they list not press too nigh,~The Saracens escaped all
 3    IV|      all day we haste,~At last, nigh tired, a castle strong we
 4     V|         should dare to press so nigh;~And in his breast so boiled
 5    VI|        armed, his heart for ire nigh brake,~So yearned his courage
 6    VI|         woods and mountains all nigh hand resound;~Yet could
 7    VI|  traverseth, retireth, presseth nigh,~Now strikes he out, and
 8    VI|        his sword aloft, for ire nigh wood,~And forward rushed:
 9    VI|         last, to raise her hope nigh dead,~Before those walls
10    IX|     among.~ ~ XXIV~Himself well nigh had put the watch to flight,~
11    IX|       forayed all the countries nigh,~And spoiled the fields,
12    IX|     strong enough, he 'proached nigh~Where the fierce Turk caused
13     X|          till they arrived been~Nigh to the place where Godfrey'
14     X|       distant, with your perils nigh;~This town's old walls and
15     X|         pined soldiers famished nigh before.~ ~ LVI~With surly
16    XI|        is almost won, the gates nigh broke:~Godfrey is wounded
17    XI|        his words that stood him nigh,~The rest far off upon him
18    XI|       by warlike skill the wall nigh broke:~For to what part
19    XI|     XLVII~This rolling fort his nigh approaches made,~And darts
20    XI|     raging streams,~And drawing nigh the wished port, alas,~Breaks
21   XII|         wonted gear,~Her danger nigh that sudden change foresaid:~
22   XII|      not wield their swords, so nigh they came,~They used the
23   XII|      pure:"~His heart relenting nigh in sunder rave,~With woful
24   XII|      the knight remain~On live, nigh dead, for her himself had
25  XIII|      pace,~Till they approached nigh that enchanted place:~ ~
26  XIII|    device they wot~How to press nigh, or stay still where they
27  XIII|         Himself out of his wits nigh, after went:~Wounded he
28  XIII|      Godfrey's tent he proached nigh,~His spirits waked, his
29  XIII|      him thrall,~The time draws nigh when our proud foes in field~
30  XIII|        The faithful people grew nigh desperate~Of hoped conquest,
31   XIV|          thus said, approaching nigh:~"What, Godfrey, knowest
32    XV|     sung, her sister lured them nigh~With many a gesture kind
33 XVIII|      like living souls to death nigh brought,~The sky seemed
34 XVIII|      among,~When the sharp hawk nigh touched her tender head~
35 XVIII|       the clouds of shafts draw nigh at ease,~Under a pentise
36 XVIII|  Argantes, brought his tower so nigh,~That on the wall, against
37   XIX|      her nimble foe approaching nigh,~Her weighty engines tumbleth
38   XIX|      latest hour which now drew nigh,~Illustrate with his end,
39   XIX|     armed foes.~ ~ LVII~The sun nigh set had brought to end the
40   XIX|     them, their hearts, for ire nigh broke,~In forced peace and
41    XX|       foes the mighty host draw nigh;~A hill at first he took
42    XX|       sheep.~ ~ XLV~He proached nigh, and to Godfredo's side~
43    XX|          One of the Roberts was nigh slain in field;~The other
44    XX|     Were broken, scattered, and nigh put to flight.~ ~ LXXVIII~