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 1     I|   woo the valleys plain.~ ~ L~Two hundred Greeks came
 2    II|  for mercy and for ruth.~ ~ L~"Yet give me leave to tell
 3   III| steed had long him kept;~ ~ L~He came and breathed vengeance
 4    IV|  air unseen she glides.~ ~  L~"But what avail high walls
 5     V|   Godfrey's anger cease.~ ~ L~"For soon, if forces come
 6    VI|     their bosoms panted.~ ~ L~Now were they tired both,
 7   VII|     mine endless shame."~ ~ L~While those high spirits
 8  VIII|   it, frushed and broke.~ ~ L~While all his soldiers whispered
 9    IX|    and here they fought:~ ~ L~With virtue, fury; strength
10     X| thus declared his mind.~ ~  L~"Of whom you speak behold
11    XI|     engine to withstand:~ ~ L~With this he pushed the
12   XII|     sight from his eyes.~ ~ L~But when appeased was her
13  XIII|  one branch, one bough."~ ~ L~While thus he said, the
14   XIV|  hear, and long to know.~ ~ L~"Armida's craft, her sleight
15    XV|   plain, eath, open was.~ ~ L~A little higher on the way
16   XVI|  despised beauty's sake.~ ~ L~"O wretch! dare I still
17   XVI|   thee apart;~Ah, cruel man l in whom no token mild~Appears,
18  XVII|  off, and bring thee it.~ ~ L~"I will his heart with this
19 XVIII|   last she stooped down:~ ~ L~But lo, from whence I nolt,
20   XIX|  had Prince Sweno slain.~ ~ L~And now his armed hand that
21    XX|   felled, hurt, or slew.~ ~ L~Thus fought they long, yet