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 1     I|      kept it secret there.~ ~ LXVII~For he by faithful spial
 2    II| praise, your glory spring.~ ~ LXVII~"Thy sign is in his Apogaeon
 3   III|       sat lamenting round.~ ~ LXVII~His wailing friends adorned
 4    IV|       and his displeasure.~ ~ LXVII~Thus was his noble heart
 5     V| Vulcan not by gentle love.~ ~ LXVII~The time prefixed at length
 6    VI|        faint, dead almost.~ ~ LXVII~And for her mother had her
 7   VII|    and the Gerrards twain;~ ~ LXVII~And Pyrrhus, who with help
 8  VIII| cleaves not earth asunder?~ ~ LXVII~"They have Rinaldo slain,
 9    IX|       and resumed her joy.~ ~ LXVII~But not for this in fierce
10     X|       late a knight I was.~ ~ LXVII~"The rest with me like shape,
11    XI|      and sparkling brands:~ ~ LXVII~But noble Tancred, who this
12   XII|       for ruth down slide.~ ~ LXVII~With murmur loud down from
13  XIII|       fond mankind drives.~ ~ LXVII~"See, see the man, called
14   XIV|    Narcissus tooting laid;~ ~ LXVII~"And with a veil she wiped
15   XVI|        eyes sparkled fire.~ ~ LXVII~When she came home, she
16  XVII|    and their battles told.~ ~ LXVII~He showed them Caius first,
17 XVIII|    gainst hope doth bring.~ ~ LXVII~Himself upon his limbs with
18   XIX|     learn this secret out;~ ~ LXVII~Searching about, on a rich
19    XX|       no dead bodies left.~ ~ LXVII~When Godfrey was with Pagan
20    XX|   hate, like scorn I find.~ ~ LXVII~"But what new form is left,