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 1     I|     would you gladly teach.~ ~ XXX~"These strifes, unless I
 2    II|        glorious sepulture!"~ ~ XXX~Sophronia raised her modest
 3   III|     blow lift up his brand.~ ~ XXX~But yet the cutting steel
 4    IV|  unclothed, or that awaked.~ ~ XXX~The gamesome wind among
 5     V|       bore the brunt alone.~ ~ XXX~His hand, too quick to execute
 6    VI|       fit occasion offered.~ ~ XXX~No tiger, panther, spotted
 7   VII|     had made on every part.~ ~ XXX~He feared within a pile
 8  VIII|        hermits poor remain.~ ~ XXX~" `Us messengers to comfort
 9    IX| whereon his feast he makes.~ ~ XXX~The noble father and his
10     X|        the prince his left:~ ~ XXX~"What," quoth the Soldan, "
11    XI|       succors call and cry,~ ~ XXX~"O Macon, break in twain
12   XII|      death and terror lies:~ ~ XXX~"Up to a tree I leaped,
13  XIII|     greater made his shame.~ ~ XXX~Godfredo called him, but
14   XIV|      parleyed in this sort:~ ~ XXX~"Sir knights," quoth he, "
15    XV|        your kingdoms sever.~ ~ XXX~"The time shall come that
16   XVI|        and precious shield.~ ~ XXX~Upon the targe his looks
17  XVII|     purple, gold and stone.~ ~ XXX~Mongst these Alarco fierce,
18 XVIII|       then the myrtle rent.~ ~ XXX~If antique times admired
19   XIX|      city's great distress?~ ~ XXX~Blood, murder, death, each
20    XX|     and smoke breathes out.~ ~ XXX~Horror itself in that fair