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 1     I|         he served in field, when scant begin~Few golden hairs to
 2    II| sharpened brand,~Scorner of God, scant to himself a friend,~And
 3   III|         hills,~The rest is easy, scant to rise espied:~But mighty
 4    VI|         turned when he had ended scant,~And hasted back the way
 5   VII|     sable night was turned,~That scant one could another's arms
 6   VII|       his breast;~That though he scant could stir or stand upright,~
 7   VII|      mould;~The proud Circassian scant believed his eyes,~Though
 8  VIII|       thousands twain an hundred scant survived.~When Sweno murdered
 9  VIII|        Through thorns and bushes scant my legs I drew~Till underneath
10    IX|      hill she goes,~When distant scant a mile from Godfrey's tent~
11     X|          run away disguised,~And scant his life is left him for
12    XI|        some at their loops durst scant outpeep,~Some fled and left
13    XI|      puissance great."~ ~ LIV~He scant had spoken, scant received
14    XI|         LIV~He scant had spoken, scant received the charge,~When
15   XII|       drew forth of his bed,~And scant of strength to stand, to
16  XIII|       sends a shower.~ ~ ~ I~But scant, dissolved into ashes cold,~
17  XIII|      forest main,~They went, and scant the wood appeared in sight~
18  XIII|      wonders strange, believe it scant though seen,~What of the
19    XV|             IX~The wondrous boat scant touched the troubled main~
20    XV|          these sands~The monarch scant hath gathered half his bands.~ ~
21    XV|         poor the herbs in height scant pass,~So cities fall, so
22    XV|      land is fertile ground, but scant well wrought,~Air wholesome,
23    XV|         yet concealed lies,~That scant swift fame her looks shall
24   XVI|         she, "behold,~That first scant peeping forth with virgin
25   XVI|         is the day, done when it scant began,~Gather the rose of
26   XVI|       and pain,~Her latest words scant well expressed were,~But
27  XVII|       those beauties to embrace,~Scant seen, with anger sullen,
28  XVII|         sustain, in years though scant a man,~Of the proud Goths
29   XIX|        To strike his blows, that scant he stirred or stood,~Assuaged
30   XIX|        his strength.~ ~ XLIX~But scant the knight was safe the
31   XIX|        was safe the gate within,~Scant closed were the doors, when
32   XIX|       Adrastus grim,~That seemed scant to live, move, or respire,~
33   XIX|       her eyes, these last words scant outgone,~She would have