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 1     I|     deck his ivory chin.~ ~ LXI~The horsemen past, their
 2    II|     salute another wold;~ ~ LXI~Aletes laid his right hand
 3   III|      timely tokens gave.~ ~ LXI~"Presages, ah too true:"
 4    IV|   is his safety wrought.~ ~ LXI~"And let the tyrant have
 5     V|   fair and curious tent.~ ~ LXI~But this false queen of
 6    VI|     broad ensign spread.~ ~ LXI~The rest to view the Christian
 7   VII|    Christ's sacred host.~ ~ LXI~"But let my camp sit still
 8  VIII| captains, murderers are.~ ~ LXI~"Godfrey hath murdered me
 9    IX|  fixed stars all shine;~ ~  LXI~Unlike in working then,
10     X|  our jealousy, our hate.~ ~ LXI~"At last we gan approach
11    XI|  roared and cried aloud:~ ~ LXI~"This is not Antioch, nor
12   XII|     or who hath me won."~ ~ LXI~"What I nill tell, you ask,"
13  XIII|      increased his heat.~ ~ LXI~The sturdy bodies of the
14   XIV|  see, or she could show.~ ~ LXI~"So in the twilight does
15    XV|   of their sight aghast.~ ~ LXI~And her fair locks, that
16   XVI|   last farewell he took.~ ~ LXI~What should he do? leave
17  XVII|     instruct thy youth.~ ~  LXI~"Not underneath sweet shades
18 XVIII|   and dales that glides.~ ~ LXI~But ere the third day came
19   XIX|   great pavilions' side:~ ~ LXI~There as he looked he saw
20    XX|      not one withstands.~ ~ LXI~Rinaldo came where his forlorn