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 1     I|    wounds received of yore.~ ~ LIV~After came Eustace, well
 2    II|        with her have brent.~ ~ LIV~The king, as wicked thoughts
 3   III|       their banks do swell.~ ~ LIV~The hands retire, not dangered
 4    IV|     should depart with him.~ ~ LIV~"Of close escapes the aged
 5     V|    seek and find thee out."~ ~ LIV~This said, he softly drew
 6    VI|      sixth day was decreed.~ ~ LIV~This fight was deep imprinted
 7   VII|       air vain battle made.~ ~ LIV~"The Christian thief," quoth
 8  VIII|       fearful face to hide:~ ~ LIV~"But we pursued him, took
 9    IX|       burning need no fire.~ ~ LIV~Where he came in he put
10     X|        did he long enfold.~ ~  LIV~Their greetings done, the
11    XI|       and puissance great."~ ~ LIV~He scant had spoken, scant
12   XII|      rage and love provoke.~ ~ LIV~Worthy of royal lists and
13  XIII|       her light outspreads.~ ~ LIV~When Phoebus rose he left
14   XIV|      come a Christian band:~ ~ LIV~"Their coming might the
15    XV|    shines, sets not at all.~ ~ LIV~Not as elsewhere now sunshine
16   XVI|    permits, and Asia's war.~ ~ LIV~"Ah, let our faults and
17  XVII|  roaring waves still cleft.~ ~ LIV~By the same way returned
18 XVIII| purpose of our crafty foes.~ ~ LIV~"No longer then let us protract
19   XIX|     our losses little were:~ ~ LIV~"Burnt are your houses,
20    XX|    tempest, storm and fire.~ ~ LIV~The first he met was Asimire,