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 1     I|       and on every knight.~ ~ XXXVI~My mind, Time's enemy, Oblivion'
 2    II|   thus, that so her loved:~ ~ XXXVI~"Far other plaints, dear
 3   III|    fought had surely died.~ ~ XXXVI~Tancred by this, that strove
 4    IV|   become thy high estate."~ ~ XXXVI~"Sir Knight," quoth she, "
 5     V|      still increased fear.~ ~ XXXVI~"Great Prince," quoth Tancred; "
 6    VI|    bruised, with the last.~ ~ XXXVI~The victor spurred again
 7   VII|    Christ a scorn I make."~ ~ XXXVI~This said, the day to sable
 8  VIII|    slew, for Sweno's sake.~ ~ XXXVI~" `Great Solyman killed
 9    IX|    not to behold our woes.~ ~ XXXVI~He wept not, for the night
10     X|   from Egypt land is left:~ ~ XXXVI~"And well you see far distant
11    XI|      that wondrous weight;~ ~ XXXVI~Not mortal was the blow,
12   XII|    weary I at last arrive:~ ~ XXXVI~"I took thee up, and in
13  XIII|  wondrous boldness, leapt!~ ~ XXXVI~He bolted through, but neither
14   XIV| beyond our half of ground!~ ~ XXXVI~But yet vouchsafe to see
15    XV|   yields the fertile vine.~ ~ XXXVI~The olive fat there ever
16   XVI|       wrath, in anger ran.~ ~ XXXVI~"Whither, O cruel! leavest
17  XVII|  birds, that sing and cry:~ ~ XXXVI~So passed Armida, looked
18 XVIII|     with an hundred hands.~ ~ XXXVI~With fifty swords, and fifty
19   XIX|       their fortune prove.~ ~ XXXVI~There lay by chance a posted
20    XX|     double was their love.~ ~ XXXVI~The noble lovers use well