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 1     I|     shall gladly take thee.~ ~ XVII~"I, messenger from everlasting
 2    II|       unpitied, unrewarded.~ ~ XVII~To her came message of the
 3   III|    eyes with courage flame.~ ~ XVII~Mast great the spear was
 4    IV|        gainst a foe defied.~ ~ XVII~"Among the knights and worthies
 5     V|   peace five hundred years.~ ~ XVII~This barbarous prince, who
 6    VI|     coat-of-arms, and went.~ ~ XVII~And when the man before
 7   VII|     wept that shepherd old.~ ~ XVII~With speeches kind, he gan
 8  VIII|    tremble made the ground.~ ~ XVII~" `Arm, arm,' they cried;
 9    IX|      courage might provoke:~ ~ XVII~"See there a camp, full
10     X| without, all clear beside.~ ~  XVII~His beetle brows the Turk
11    XI|    room old Raymond graced.~ ~ XVII~Now when the hungry knights
12   XII|       Turk, and discontent.~ ~ XVII~Then Ismen said, "You twain
13  XIII|    again repaired the wall.~ ~ XVII~But Godfrey nould this while
14   XIV|      home recall the youth.~ ~ XVII~"Guelpho shall pray thee,
15    XV|        joined to the shore:~ ~ XVII~Both Crete and Rhodes they
16   XVI|        and sighed out love.~ ~ XVII~Through all this music rare,
17  XVII| brought this carpet knight.~ ~ XVII~The third seemed not a troop
18 XVIII|        new and native gold.~ ~ XVII~The lovely whiteness of
19   XIX|     his captive arm unbind:~ ~ XVII~His sword at last he let
20    XX|       death I will foresee.~ ~ XVII~"Their captain clad in purple,