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 1     I|     to his cross and name.~ ~ XXII~"But not for this our homes
 2    II|     of that virtuous act."~ ~ XXII~This spotless lamb thus
 3   III|        on alabaster rocks.~ ~ XXII~Her looks with fire, her
 4    IV|    folk would haply light.~ ~ XXII~But for he held the Frenchmen'
 5     V|       great worth compare.~ ~ XXII~He dares not only, but he
 6    VI|     while they two fight."~ ~ XXII~Thus spake the King, and
 7   VII| sorrows to reward my love.~ ~ XXII~"So, though my life hath
 8  VIII|    made, of martyrs good.'~ ~ XXII~"This said, and glad I think
 9    IX|  David's tower that dwell.~ ~ XXII~Before the rest forth pricked
10     X|      I in a cloud foresee:~ ~ XXII~"I guess, before the over-gliding
11    XI|       small praise be won.~ ~ XXII~"Alas, do you that idle
12   XII|       black attired, lies.~ ~ XXII~"The fire of love and frost
13  XIII|      sound expressed well.~ ~ XXII~Upon their faces pale well
14   XIV|       is, perchance unfit.~ ~ XXII~But since to Godfrey meek
15    XV|       and coasts they see.~ ~ XXII~Now are they there, where
16   XVI|    seen, but in my breast.~ ~ XXII~"And if thou me disdain,
17  XVII|      face, and fiery eyne.~ ~ XXII~Long Indian canes, with
18 XVIII|       calm became a flood.~ ~ XXII~He turned, amazed to see
19   XIX|   once to yield or shrink?~ ~ XXII~"Use, use thy vantage, thee
20    XX|     on their courage fell;~ ~ XXII~The man brought forth his