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 1     I|      thee swift as shaft from bow,~And speed thee, Henry,
 2    II|    fell~Shall to your service bow, constrained by skill;~But
 3    II|   reach to, to small things I bow,~To fight in field, or to
 4    IV|  smiling stand,~She bends thy bow, or kindleth else thy brand.~ ~
 5    IV|       bent of her unsteadfast bow,~For with the time her thoughts
 6   VII|       these members shall not bow;~And if I be in this encounter
 7   VII|      archer then that handled bow,~"O Oradine," quoth she, "
 8   VII|      And set it in his mighty bow new bent,~ ~ CIII~Twanged
 9    IX|       hung,~And in her hand a bow was, stiff and strong.~ ~
10    IX|   shall be,~At every hour the bow of war new bent,~I will
11    XI|    weel.~In her left hand her bow was bended strong,~Therein
12    XI|      skirmish hot,~Her mighty bow Clorinda often drew,~And
13    XI|      arrow shot;~And from her bow no steeled shaft there flew~
14    XI|    greatest shield and mighty bow,~"That sure and trusty target
15   XII|       engines down:~I used my bow, of naught else boast I
16   XIV| request and suit but bend and bow?~Let rigor go, that right
17   XIV|       ran swift as shaft from bow,~While here they stopped
18   XIV|   thin, now bright with Iris' bow,~The frost and snow, the
19    XV|      realms at his command do bow and bend;~So that I trust
20    XV|  makes frail hearts of men to bow and bend,~Within Abilas'
21   XVI|    the air~Her twenty-colored bow, through clouds of rain;~
22   XVI|      subjects humbly bend and bow,~And with her pride mixed
23   XVI|     behove:~Well can I handle bow, or lance, or sword,~The
24  XVII|  weaponed were with sword and bow,~No weight of helm or hauberk
25  XVII|  tucked up, and in her hand a bow;~In her sweet face her new
26 XVIII|     His weapons were a Syrian bow and quiver,~His gestures
27    XX|      or France,~And from what bow it comes, what hand perchance.~ ~
28    XX|     an arrow sharp set in her bow,~Disdain her ire new sharped
29    XX|      times her angry hand the bow updrew,~And thrice again
30    XX| stands in fear,~Though with a bow a javelin long she have,~
31    XX|    have,~Yet weak was Phebe's bow, blunt Pallas' spear.~But,
32    XX|      saddle made him bend and bow;~Rinaldo hit him on the
33    XX|  lighted, there laid down~Her bow and shafts, her arms that
34    XX|     shoot you from his mighty bow,~Weak is the shot that dripile