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 1     I|   counselled, all pleased.~ ~ XX~The captains, soldiers,
 2    II|       thy heart so wroth."~ ~ XX~Her molest boldness, and
 3   III|   cure, nor magic's spell.~ ~ XX~"Tancred he hight, O Macon,
 4    IV|      little truth or none.~ ~ XX~The town Damascus and the
 5     V|     servile country Italy?~ ~ XX~Now, if he win, or if he
 6    VI|     Argantes face to face.~ ~ XX~"Arm you, my lord," he said, "
 7   VII|       salt tears she shed.~ ~ XX~"You happy trees forever
 8  VIII|    death sate in his hand.~ ~ XX~"Thus fought we till the
 9    IX|     silence of the night.~ ~  XX~The sentinel by starlight,
10     X|       magic's secret feat;~ ~ XX~"But that I should the sure
11    XI|        called the knights:~ ~ XX~"Arm, arm at once!" an hundred
12   XII|        but prayed in vain.~ ~ XX~"At last," quoth he, "since
13  XIII|   trees with hardy stroke:~ ~ XX~These drawing near the wood
14   XIV|        with marvel fought.~ ~ XX~The duke looked up, and
15    XV|    whilom, Carthage proud;~ ~ XX~Great Carthage low in ashes
16   XVI|  beheld and this hot fare.~ ~ XX~Down by the lovers' side
17  XVII|    ready, bold, and light.~ ~ XX~Two captains next brought
18 XVIII|  still, transparent flood.~ ~ XX~On the green banks which
19   XIX| horror for art, bore sway.~ ~ XX~The purple drops from Tancred'
20    XX|       how conquest flies."~ ~ XX~Upon the captain, when his