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 1     I|       were too mean a prey,~To shed our bloods, to work our
 2    II|    first Aletes, born in lowly shed,~Of parents base, a rose
 3    IV|        that women use in love,~Shed brinish tears, sob, sigh,
 4    IV|     tears, mine eyes uncessant shed,~For when I looked on my
 5    IV|     his saying,~Some tears she shed, with sighs and sobbings
 6    IV|   bleeding of her inward wound~Shed heavenly dew upon her angel'
 7    VI|         And make him strong to shed thy darling's blood,~Of
 8    VI|       perchance would move,~To shed some tears upon his murdered
 9   VII|  mourned, again salt tears she shed.~ ~ XX~"You happy trees
10   VII|     these streams of tears she shed,~Wandered far off, alas,
11   VII|        Of blood with it I have shed since that day,~With thee
12  VIII|         rancor, ire,~Thirst to shed blood, in every breast increased,~
13  VIII|   Abhorred ever civil blood to shed,~Illumine their dark souls
14    IX|        on earth's black visage shed,~Supplied the place of pure
15    IX|   Soldan's heathenish blood to shed,~And yet his own at less
16    IX|      leisure bootless tears to shed;~But with his blade on Argillano
17     X|     coward's head,~I, who have shed a sea of blood well near,~
18    XI|       the land,~His holy blood shed by a virgin's hand.~ ~ XLV~
19   XII|        rears?~Thine eyes shall shed, in case thou be not slain,~
20   XII|        for that strange mishap shed many a tear;~He would not
21   XII|        for whom those tears he shed;~A beam of comfort his dim
22   XII| Tancred's heart it cleave, and shed his blood,~And leave his
23  XIII|       tyrant had strong poison shed,~Poison that breeds more
24  XIII|     cries~Salute, which heaven shed on the thirsty lands,~The
25   XIV|    balm on hills and dales she shed,~With honey drops of pure
26   XIV|    hand be done,~Much blood be shed, and many Pagans slain,~
27    XV|     she her golden locks forth shed~Round pearls and crystal
28  XVII|      she smote her breast, and shed~Salt tears to make thee
29  XVII|  cleave the Pagan's heart, and shed his blood."~To this but
30   XIX|     too much blood this day is shed!~In some we too much haste
31    XX|      New streams of blood were shed, new swords them hit;~New