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 1     I| defenced with Ilion's tower.~ ~ LXII~Next Stephen of Amboise
 2    II|        of his sugared words:~ ~ LXII~"O only worthy, whom the
 3   III|      and his match in might.~ ~ LXII~"Next look on him that seems
 4    IV|         he thirsts to spill.~ ~ LXII~"By these thy glorious feet,
 5     V|      constant bosom pierced.~ ~ LXII~To change his modest thought
 6    VI|        love and fancy tells.~ ~ LXII~Within the kingly palace
 7   VII|        before Godfredo drew,~ ~ LXII~And gravely said, "Ah, let
 8  VIII|    wandering by Lethe flood;~ ~ LXII~"I will thy weapon whet,
 9    IX|     kill, and slain, revive.~ ~ LXII~The horrid darkness, and
10     X|        and infect the skies.~ ~ LXII~"This is the lake in which
11    XI|      for a charge so short?"~ ~ LXII~Thus raged he, and in such
12   XII|        my heart more wroth."~ ~ LXII~Ire in their chafed breasts
13  XIII|        solid bones did melt.~ ~ LXII~Languished the steed late
14   XIV|       both skies and ground:~ ~ LXII~" `Ye happy youths, who
15    XV|      did she turn and twine.~ ~ LXII~Withal she smiled and she
16   XVI|         land unseen he left.~ ~ LXII~Waked from her trance, foresaken,
17  XVII|       on high mountains fly.~ ~ LXII~"Nature lifts up thy forehead
18 XVIII|       and strength in fight.~ ~ LXII~That day, which of the assault
19   XIX|        he stood and wrought.~ ~ LXII~The captain great within
20    XX|     fire, from heat to cold.~ ~ LXII~The prince passed by the