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 1   III|     tries;~But softly says, "No stroke of thy strong hand~Can vanquish
 2    IV|     like renown awaiteth on the stroke~To cast the haughty down
 3     V|     power alike should feel the stroke,~Then, Tancred, ill you
 4    VI|       Pagan lift his blade,~The stroke a wound in her weak bosom
 5   VII| confused,~And more or less each stroke annoyed him hath;~He feared,
 6   VII|     bases dyed:~ ~ XLII~Another stroke he lent him on the brow,~
 7   VII|    protect,~He leapt aside, the stroke fell down in vain,~Against
 8   VII|         his targe received that stroke,~And on that shield Argantes'
 9  VIII|     with many a gash and many a stroke~They see, and sigh to see
10  VIII|        was by Prince Tancredi's stroke,~Nor how false Baldwin him
11    IX|         helmet bit,~No puissant stroke his senses once astound,~
12    IX|          and thunder's dreadful stroke?~Or in the torments of your
13    IX|       he spoke, he gave a cruel stroke~Against Algazel's throat
14    IX|        one blow Selim's head he stroke off quite,~Then both Rossano'
15     X|     Withouten battle, fight, or stroke at all,~Even at noonday,
16     X|       mongst them bore a mighty stroke,~A man esteemed well in
17    XI|      that day's conquest by the stroke;~The angel cures him, he
18    XI|    fierce ram and his redoubted stroke,~But that the Pagan's care
19   XII|    heart of mine death's bitter stroke despiseth,~For praise this
20   XII| Together ran they, and together stroke,~Like two fierce bulls whom
21  XIII|       dreadful trees with hardy stroke:~ ~ XX~These drawing near
22  XIII|        start up, yet once again stroke he,~He nould give over till
23   XVI|        smile~Sweeten the bitter stroke of cursed fate:~All this
24  XVII|     care~To shun death's bitter stroke, in field or fort,~Tigranes,
25  XVII|         often change of fortune stroke,~He won, and on all Italy
26   XIX|     chose to ward-than bear his stroke.~ ~  XII~But bold and bolt
27   XIX|         bent,~Leaped aside, the stroke fell on the plain.~With
28   XIX|         port, and on the wicket stroke~His matchless might, his
29    XX|    reins at large. and with the stroke~Half mad, the ranks disordered,
30    XX|         The knight, and at each stroke felled, hurt, or slew.~ ~
31    XX|      was his ire,~The man whose stroke had laid him in that place,~
32    XX|      strong, a fierce, a deadly stroke he gave,~And pierced her
33    XX|        fear bewray;~For in that stroke he did his end areed,~He
34    XX|    swift, so right;~The furious stroke fell on Rinaldo's crest,~
35    XX|         Then with thine arrow's stroke cure stroke of love,~Death
36    XX|       thine arrow's stroke cure stroke of love,~Death for thy heart
37    XX|      could not so death's cruel stroke prevent:~The camp was won,