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 1     I|      kept a space,~Lift up his voice, and spake with princely
 2     V|    sword.~ ~ XXVII~Thunder his voice, and lightning seemed his
 3    VI|     ride."~ ~ XCVI~Her woman's voice and terms all framed been,~
 4   VII|        lusty round,~And to his voice he tuned his oaten reed;~
 5   VII|     arms, his gesture, and his voice he knew:~It was Rambaldo,
 6   VII|     stately pace,~Wrath in his voice, rage in his eyes and face.~ ~
 7   VII|    employed in vain,~At last a voice gan to him loudly call,~"
 8   VII|        And with his thundering voice augments his ire,~And threatening
 9    IX|  tongues as Briareus hands,~If voice as iron tough, if iron breath,~
10     X|         But, while he slept, a voice grave and severe~At unawares
11     X|      We saw his valor, and his voice we heard;~Then is the rumor
12     X| foresaw,~And at his thundering voice the folk around~Attentive
13    XI|       LXXVII~Their sovereign's voice his hardy people knew,~And
14   XII|     deep sighs forth sent,~His voice shrill plaints and sad laments
15  XIII|     XLII~"Enough, enough!" the voice lamenting said,~"Tancred,
16  XIII|   grove I stood,~That mournful voice still, still I bear in mind:~
17  XIII|       more than mortal was his voice's sound,~Godfredo's thought
18   XIV|     before his eye,~Who with a voice that far for sweetness passed~
19   XIV|      Like theirs her face, her voice was, and her sound,~And
20   XIV|     But you their looks, their voice, their songs despise,~And
21    XV|   unseen, unkend,~Differing in voice, in semblance, and in shape;~
22    XV|       Nor could their heavenly voice or angel's look,~Surprise
23   XVI|  melodious tunes, their gentle voice,~Prepare the hearers' ears
24  XVII|    cities gad:~These have both voice and stature feminine,~Hair
25  XVII|       as she could in looks in voice she strove~Fierce, stern,
26 XVIII|   grove unites:~Let no strange voice that mourns or sweetly sings,~
27 XVIII|     lute, harp, cittern, human voice he heard,~And all these
28 XVIII|       Can change his look, his voice, his gait, his grace."~ ~
29   XIX|        rent,~Through which the voice found eath and open way~
30   XIX|        strange from that sweet voice's sound~Pierced my heart,
31    XX|         Yet neither sound, nor voice, nor word send out:~ ~ CVI~