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 1     I|       to have brought,~Wherein, alas, they long have lived thrall,~
 2     I|      his Gildippes dear, Edward alas,~A loving pair, to war among
 3   III|  disguised in clothes of hate:~"Alas, too well," she says, "I
 4   III|     pillar of Cassanoe's state;~Alas what wounds he gives! how
 5    IV|       desire with vantage told,~Alas! what hope is left, to quench
 6    IV|         to warn me in my dream,~Alas, how far transformed from
 7     V|   censure of your upright laws;~Alas, that cannot be, for he
 8    VI|       knight that lay full low, alas,~In high disdain his will
 9    VI|      shame or fear.~ ~ LXXXIII~"Alas, why did not Heaven these
10    VI|       murdered love.~ ~ LXXXVI~"Alas! impossible are all these
11    VI|      who all too late returned, alas.~With tardy news from Prince
12    VI|      supposed now hearing this,~Alas! the virgin came to seek
13   VII|         shed,~Wandered far off, alas, as chance him led.~ ~ XXIII~
14   VII|    shining sun;~ ~ XLIX~"But I. alas, the golden beam forego~
15   VII|       or low,~If yonder knight, alas! be slain in fine,~As likest
16   VII|        fruit.~ ~  CXV~But this, alas, was not the appointed day,~
17  VIII|        our quiet mind,~But now, alas! the mortal blow is stroken,~
18    IX|      father, but no father now, alas!~When all his noble sons
19     X|     view,~Her words, her looks, alas I know too late,~Nursed
20    XI|         praise be won.~ ~ XXII~"Alas, do you that idle prise
21    XI|   drawing nigh the wished port, alas,~Breaks on some hidden rocks
22   XII|         blood.~ ~ LXIV~But now, alas, the fatal hour arrives~
23   XII|     love and peace, her speech, alas, was done,~And thus the
24   XII|             LXXVIII~"But where, alas, where be those relics sweet,~
25   XII|       derived:~Thus with a sad "Alas!" began the knight,~"0 marble
26   XII|         I have~More bitter far, alas! but not more cold;~Receive
27  XIII|    booted not,~For little ease, alas, small help, they win~That
28  XIII|         our armies die?~ ~ LXV~"Alas, with what device, what
29   XIV|        need you stand,~Far off, alas! is great Bertoldo's son,~
30   XIV|    these heavy words outthrew:~`Alas! my knights are slain, my
31   XVI|        looks, he with inflamed, alas,~Beauty and love beheld,
32   XVI| withstand;~But hard constraint, alas! did thence him lead;~Away
33   XVI|      but what avail vain words, alas?~ ~ LXIV~"O fool! thou shouldest
34  XVII|    through pierced with a dart, alas,~Next them, of Est the Epaminondas
35 XVIII|         swan, and singing died, alas!~There lute, harp, cittern,
36   XIX|      here may we safe remain."~"Alas!" quoth he, "alas, for this
37   XIX|     remain."~"Alas!" quoth he, "alas, for this fair town,~Which
38   XIX|        live nor reign;~For now, alas! behold the fatal hour~That
39   XIX|        and at thy will depart:'~Alas, he robbed me when he thought
40   XIX|       visage plain,~And cried, "Alas, here lies Tancredi slain!"~ ~
41   XIX|         lids fast closed sever,~Alas, I find thee for to lose
42   XIX|       might be unknown, unseen!~Alas! where is thy mirth and
43    XX|        thine were so!~ ~  CXXIV~Alas, among so many, could not
44    XX|        st thou to save my life? alas, what scorn,~What torment