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 1     I|   Gernando than,~Proud of his father's title, sceptre, crown;~
 2    II|    this emprise,~The Heavenly Father keep his sacred brood~From
 3   III|   bondage bring,~And slew her father, who thereof was king.~ ~
 4   III|       The first, far from his father's care and sight,~Called
 5   III|      bring~Mine aged lord, my father, and my king."~ ~ LXIV~Thus
 6    IV|      And repossess her in her father's right:~Others in their
 7    IV|     hasty death did yield,~My father also died, consumed with
 8    IV|  further ill,~One of my noble father's servants old,~That for
 9    IV| flight hath disarrayed me,~My father died, ere he five years
10    VI|     blind~You should me in my father's throne install,~Might
11    VI|   whose watery eyes,~His aged father strong Clorinda slew,~When
12   VII|     among,~That learned their father's art, and learned his song.~ ~
13   VII|       his song.~ ~ VIII~"But, father, since this land, these
14   VII|  preserves form stealth~Their father's flocks, nor servants more
15   VII|    light and subtile wind his father was;~For if his course upon
16    IX|    The bold ensample of their father's might~Their weapons whetted
17    IX|       makes.~ ~ XXX~The noble father and his hardy crew~Fierce
18    IX| brother thrust.~ ~ XXXV~Their father, but no father now, alas!~
19    IX|     XXXV~Their father, but no father now, alas!~When all his
20     X|        He was a husband and a father both.~ ~ XL~"My lord," quoth
21    XI|       were.~ ~ VII~To thee, O Father, Son, and sacred Sprite,~
22   XII|       thee from the king, thy father's sight,~Lest thy bright
23  XIII|   heaves, and saith:~ ~ LXXI~"Father and Lord, if in the deserts
24  XIII| themselves present~Before the Father of the heavens high:~The
25   XIV|   thus his guide besought:~"O father, tell me by what skill thou
26  XVII|    renowned Acarine,~Into his father's place and honor stepped:~
27  XVII|    country's sake,~And of his father's praise did so partake.~ ~
28  XVII|       I foretell: for of that father old,~The hermit Peter, learned
29 XVIII|       mine unbridled youth, O Father dear,~Remember not, but
30   XIX|       first he entered had my father's place,~And kneeling with
31    XX|   tell his son~That where his father died, you ran away:"~This