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 1     I|       so Heaven him blest.~ ~ II~O heavenly Muse, that not
 2    II|       errands to and fro.~ ~  II~A Christian once, Macon
 3   III|    their swarms they cast.~ ~ II~Their captain rules their
 4    IV|   that softly bellow make.~ ~ II~At last resolving in his
 5     V|       in strength of hand.~ ~ II~But first the prince, by
 6    VI| strong bulwarks fortifies.~ ~ II~Their wary king commands
 7   VII|     still pursued in vain.~ ~ II~Like as the weary hounds
 8  VIII|       foul Alecto framed.~ ~  II~"Alecto, see, we could not
 9    IX|   broils, and tumults new.~ ~ II~She, that well wist her
10     X|     pomp no sign was left.~ ~ II~As when a savage wolf chased
11    XI|   begin from Heaven above:~ ~ II~"With public prayer, zeal
12   XII|    wounded knights attend.~ ~ II~Their wounds were dressed,
13  XIII|    rams, nor engines make.~ ~ II~From Godfrey's camp a grove
14   XIV|   peace and quiet brings.~ ~  II~The thoughts and troubles
15    XV|       s charms to naught."~ ~ II~They started up, and every
16   XVI|      or Porsenna's grave.~ ~  II~The knights passed through
17  XVII|     are drowned and lost.~ ~  II~Within this town, won from
18 XVIII|       your gracious eye."~ ~  II~To him that kneeled, folding
19   XIX|   though o'erset, appears.~ ~ II~But mongst the rest upon
20    XX|   overspread and overload.~ ~ II~Therewith a merry shout