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 1     I|    and the Gerrards twain.~ ~ LV~Ubaldo then, and puissant
 2    II|    children pledge behind.~ ~ LV~A hard division, when the
 3   III| sacred city and her seat.~ ~  LV~Hierusalem is seated on
 4    IV|     death, an hell almost.~ ~ LV~"My steeds drew on the burden
 5     V|    but whilst he did well.~ ~ LV~"I must provide that every
 6    VI|    and disputation raised.~ ~ LV~All long to see them end
 7   VII|   flesh to dogs for meat."~ ~ LV~Like as a bull when, pricked
 8  VIII|      to bud did yet begin.~ ~ LV~"And how in sindal wrapt
 9    IX|      chained bullets fly.~ ~  LV~Now fled the Frenchmen,
10     X|  first, then all the rest.~ ~ LV~Among them rose Ormusses'
11    XI|      death and sure decay.~ ~ LV~The wounded duke, as though
12   XII|     their worth and glory.~ ~ LV~They neither shrunk, nor
13  XIII|       dread of future ill,~ ~ LV~While thus he bent gainst
14   XIV|        her craft. and art;~ ~ LV~"And near the corpse a varlet
15    XV| mountains, seas and lands:~ ~ LV~The passage hard against
16   XVI|       your princely race.~ ~  LV~"Stay here in peace, I go,
17  XVII|   ershade the silent deep.~ ~ LV~Now of the camp the man
18 XVIII|     arms, by work and art.~ ~ LV~"Thou, Raymond, on this
19   XIX|       their lives be lost;~ ~ LV~"And on their heads the
20    XX|     incredible he wrought.~ ~ LV~He gave more deaths than