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 1     I|   byword to the lands about.~ ~ XXVII~"Let not these blessings
 2    II|     changed to purest white.~ ~ XXVII~The news of this mishap
 3   III|    conditions of the fight."~ ~ XXVII~She stayed, and desperate
 4    IV|        our lands and faith."~ ~ XXVII~The sweet Armida took this
 5     V|    tossed his flaming sword.~ ~ XXVII~Thunder his voice, and lightning
 6    VI|      and her beauty's pride.~ ~ XXVII~He saw not where the Pagan
 7   VII|        vain-glorious knight.~ ~ XXVII~His stalwart steed the champion
 8  VIII|      and earth's cold grass.~ ~ XXVII~"But still the light approached
 9    IX|     dangers still increased.~ ~ XXVII~Among the rest that strove
10     X|         with fire to naught.~ ~ XXVII~Deeply he sighed, and with
11    XI| brimstone and bitumen cruel.~ ~ XXVII~All full of arms and weapons
12   XII|         inward mourning see,~ ~ XXVII~"`If mind and body spotless
13  XIII|     entrance there him kept.~ ~ XXVII~The fire increased, and
14   XIV|         the young man find."~ ~ XXVII~Up start the Dane that bare
15    XV|      unreturned from thence:~ ~ XXVII~"So that this mighty sea
16   XVI|    hermit false called Love.~ ~ XXVII~And when the silence deep
17  XVII|      than thy tender child?"~ ~ XXVII~This was the mighty king
18 XVIII|          so great, so dight.~ ~ XXVII~Such as on stages play,
19   XIX|          last speeches were.~ ~ XXVII~Tancred put up his sword,
20    XX|    shows, thy marriage bed."~ ~ XXVII~To all the rest, "You for