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 1     I|       endangered be their grain,~Poor ploughmen joy when thunders
 2     I|        the Paynims large,~And on poor Christians laid the double
 3    II| presented her the state~Of these poor souls, of hope and help
 4    II|         and quiet bring,~So that poor Asia her complaints may
 5   III|     visage on them cast.~So seem poor doves at goshawks' sight
 6    IV|        fields,~His crown and me, poor orphan, left alone,~Mine
 7    IV|          upon her angel's face,~"Poor wretch," quoth she, "in
 8    IV|      said she would his handmaid poor remain,~So far as honor'
 9    VI|        warlike feat~Some castles poor and forts in vile oppression,~
10    VI|           CVI~Thus parleyed she, poor soul, and never feared~The
11   VII|         My son," quoth he, "this poor estate of ours~Is ever safe
12   VII|      side.~The princess donned a poor pastoral's gear,~A kerchief
13   VII|           nor can I say~If these poor eyes shall e'er be blessed
14   VII|       storms and plagues that on poor sinners light;~The massy
15  VIII|          wilful penance, hermits poor remain.~ ~ XXX~" `Us messengers
16    IX|      round about him been,~As to poor sailors, when huge storms
17     X|     replies,~"What sprite to vex poor passengers so bold,~To break
18   XII|   frankincense and gold,~On this poor child thy heavenly looks
19    XV|         cold doth lie,~Her ruins poor the herbs in height scant
20   XVI|        heart a bitter echo made;~Poor soul, of greater skill than
21   XVI|       behind," quoth she,~"Of my poor heart, and half with thee
22   XVI|          go;~Among thy prisoners poor Armida bind,~And let the
23   XVI|         or help invoke~From this poor beauty, scorned and disdained?"~
24   XVI|         Nor yet in following me, poor knight, disgrace~Your worth,
25  XVII|           That from those storms poor passengers almost~No refuge
26  XVII|      world grows old,~Corrupted, poor, and bare of men of fame,~
27    XX|       sought:~As from his supper poor with hungry throat~A peasant
28    XX|          What torment for Armida poor abideth?~No, no, thy crafts