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 1     I| otherwise to work us harm and woe,~To ope the gates, and so
 2    II|     looses souls condemned to woe,~And sends the devils on
 3    IV|  forth to work the Christians woe,~False Hidraort their aid
 4    IV|    there here should dwell in woe and pain,~And now in heaven
 5    IV|    joy, that live in care and woe,~A virgin helpless, fugitive
 6    IV|   cheeks amain,~With tears of woe, and sighs of anger's wind;~
 7    IV|     with plaints and shows of woe:~Her lips cast forth a chain
 8    IV|       the clouds of grief and woe.~ ~ XCII~Her double charm
 9    VI|     though exceeding were her woe and grief,~Of all her sorrows
10    IX|   souls you find~Condemned to woe, and double still their
11   XII|  slain, but that his pain and woe~Bereft his senses, and preserved
12   XII|      rage~Of bitter grief and woe they would assuage.~ ~ LXXXV~
13   XII|    thine evil, thy plaint and woe refrain,~The guides to death,
14  XIII|      full of sorrow grief and woe was it,~Whereby his gentle
15  XIII|       Poison that breeds more woe and deadly pain,~Than Acheron
16  XIII|   dear till now have suffered woe,~Distress and danger, hell'
17   XIV| clothes she tare,~And full of woe these heavy words outthrew:~`
18   XVI|      Of smiles, jests, mirth, woe, grief, and sad regreet,~
19   XVI|      grief, or comfort to thy woe;~Ah, open then again, see
20  XVII|    with anger sullen, sad for woe,~She conquered all the lords
21  XVII|      ground~Forever dwelt, in woe and torment sad:~So might
22 XVIII|       with joy that brings me woe:~Put off thy helm, rejoice
23 XVIII|       small,~And proud 'twixt woe and horror sad doth ride.~
24   XIX|   visage sad,~Midst clouds of woe her looks which overcast~
25   XIX|    beauty's sake, appease thy woe,~Cast at your feet ere you
26   XIX|      not, but thence began my woe:~Light was the loss of friends,
27   XIX|    didst relieve my grief, my woe and pain,~Ere my weak soul
28   XIX|      dim, and she renewed her woe.~Quoth Vafrine, "Cure him
29    XX|       roars, ire threats, and woe complains,~One weeps, another
30    XX|     Saw death, blood, murder, woe and horror strange,~And
31    XX|    ire joins grief, with pity woe.~What did he then? with
32    XX|      all.~Disdain, good-will, woe, wrath the champion led~