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 1     I| usurping Ismaelites deprive~Of woful Thrace, which now captived
 2   III| adorned the mournful bier~With woful pomp, whereon his corpse
 3     V|    Until it brought him to his woful end.~ ~ XXV~The cursed fiend
 4    VI|        Whose loss too soon the woful damsel plained,~Her grief
 5    VI|    Such wishes vain afflict my woful sprite,~Why yield I thus
 6   VII|        keep," quoth she,~"This woful story in your tender rind,~
 7   VII|      tomb, and ashes light,~My woful death his stubborn heart
 8   VII|       spend~The res'due of thy woful days and years;"~The champions
 9  VIII|        dear compassion of that woful sight;~He showed no change,
10  VIII|             XLIII~The Dane his woful tale had done, when thus~
11  VIII|     Are farthest spread, these woful tidings flew.~Thither assembled
12    IX|   plain;~The headless trunk, a woful thing to know,~Still in
13     X|      dust and ashes lie,~Their woful remnant in an angle strait~
14     X|       were reared,~There was a woful spectacle yseen,~Death in
15     X|      last we gan approach that woful clime,~Where fire and brimstone
16    XI|       Now here, now there, and woful slaughters wrought,~At last
17   XII|     conducted safely see~Those woful damsels and that aged swain,~
18   XII|     were~In following her, the woful man her prayed,~By all his
19   XII|        she fell, with weak and woful speech,~Her prayers last
20   XII|      nigh in sunder rave,~With woful speech of that sweet creature,~
21   XII|    speech and moving quite,~Oh woful knowledge, ah unhappy sight!~ ~
22   XII|    fine he knew,~Then weak and woful thus his plaints out threw:~ ~
23   XII| example must I still remain,~A woful monster of unhappy love,~
24   XII|      tomb at last arrived,~The woful prison of his living sprite,~
25   XII|        too true was known,~Her woful loss was talked everywhere,~
26   XII|    full of despair,~Out of his woful eyes no tear there went,~
27  XIII|         XXXII~This happed when woful Tancred left his bed~To
28  XIII|      live,~And now within this woful cypress laid,~My tender
29  XIII|      earth, in this estate~Lay woful thousands of the Christians
30   XVI|        then saw she plain,~Ah, woful sight! how from her gates
31   XVI|   speeches stayed,~So that her woful words are backward gone,~
32   XVI|   leave on the naked sand~This woful lady half alive, half dead?~
33   XIX|     can describe, or paint the woful state,~Or with fit words
34   XIX|  victor strong;~ ~ XXXVIII~The woful slaughter black and loathsome
35   XIX|    Tancredi slain!"~ ~ CIV~The woful virgin tarried, and gave
36   XIX|       her that dies to see thy woful plight,~That of thy pain
37    XX|      LXXI~And on that side the woful prince beheld~The battle
38    XX|      noble death, sad end, and woful fate,~If so much power our