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 1    II|        now adores,~Nor could he quite his wonted faith forsake,~
 2    II|       Not hid," quoth she, "but quite consumed with flame,~The
 3   III|       land in haste,~Forgetting quite their pains and perils past.~ ~
 4   III|   breast:~But my proud foe that quite hath ruinate~My high estate,
 5    IV|      destruction ran,~Condemned quite by Heaven's eternal doom:~
 6     V|         and wrath exiled reason quite.~ ~ XVIII~The hidden devil,
 7     V|     soiled with dust and sweat, quite out of breath,~It seemed
 8    VI|       of wonted chivalry~Be not quite dead your princely breast
 9    VI|    burnt with love's flame,~And quite forgot himself, and why
10    VI|      was his, but now disgraced quite~Himself he thought, another
11    VI|       requite the same,~His foe quite through his sevenfold targe
12    VI|     gainst it his weapon large,~Quite naked to his foe leaves
13    VI|     hope and help were perished quite?~My heart dares much, it
14    IX| Berengarius' breast she thrust,~Quite through the heart, where
15    IX|      Selim's head he stroke off quite,~Then both Rossano's arms,
16     X|    crest hot fire out-braid~Was quite cut off, his helm had lost
17    XI|         LXXIX~The dreadful blow quite through his target drove,~
18   XII| therewith his speech and moving quite,~Oh woful knowledge, ah
19   XII|          eyes,~Alone, dismayed, quite bare of comforts all,~Tires
20  XIII|       Egypt's crew~Destroy them quite, weak, weary, faint and
21  XIII|      through the forest bare it quite away.~O'ercome retired the
22   XIV|      hath from my foreknowledge quite~Thy countenance, thy favor,
23    XV|        of them above the waters quite,~Lift up her head, her breasts
24  XVII|         slave became,~And to be quite destroyed was most afraid,~
25 XVIII|      state,~Of withcrafts free, quite void of spirits ill;~Of
26 XVIII|       shape and face disfigured quite;~The lances stayed not in
27    XX|       from place to place,~Till quite discomfit and dispersed
28    XX|    dying hand let go the bridle quite,~She faints, she falls, '
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