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 1     I|    ysprong of princes' blood.~ ~ XXXVIII~A thousand were they in
 2    II|       king in rage and haste:~ ~ XXXVIII~"Not so, not so this grief
 3    II|        but herself, lamented.~ ~ XXXVIII~The lovers standing in this
 4   III|        the son of Peleus old.~ ~ XXXVIII~"He wins the prize in joust
 5    IV|         or my sword, can do."~ ~ XXXVIII~He led her easily forth
 6     V|         bring annexed withal.~ ~ XXXVIII~"But mine was freely given
 7    VI|     employ thy savage might."~ ~ XXXVIII~The Pagan patience never
 8   VII|         in his eyes and face.~ ~ XXXVIII~His foe, his furious charge
 9  VIII|          brave end they read.~ ~ XXXVIII~" `It resteth now, thou
10    IX|       streamed from his side.~ ~ XXXVIII~Provoked with his cry, and
11     X|          us not wish to live.~ ~ XXXVIII~"Nor say I this for that
12    XI|       trembled at his threat.~ ~ XXXVIII~An hundred able men meanwhile
13   XII|      still unchristened been.~ ~ XXXVIII~"A Pagan therefore thee
14  XIII|         passage oft they let.~ ~ XXXVIII~At length a fair and spacious
15   XIV| fountains, wells and springs:~ ~ XXXVIII~Whence Ganges, Indus, Volga,
16    XV|      lies next Afric's shore;~ ~ XXXVIII~When Charles thus, "If,
17   XVI|          best charm for love.~ ~ XXXVIII~She ran, nor of her honor
18  XVII|          and there he stayed.~ ~ XXXVIII~To earth he cast his eyes,
19 XVIII|         the charms all ended.~ ~ XXXVIII~The heavens grew clear,
20   XIX|    entered the victor strong;~ ~ XXXVIII~The woful slaughter black
21    XX|     cleft in twain his front.~ ~ XXXVIII~But Altamore who had that