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 1     I|      round about to hem?~ ~  XXVIII~"Lords, I protest, and hearken
 2   III|     turtle-dove her prey.~ ~ XXVIII~"Save with thy grace, or
 3    IV|  they her loved or hated.~ ~ XXVIII~Within few days the nymph
 4     V|   strong resistance made.~ ~ XXVIII~With that a thousand blades
 5    VI| himself, and why he came.~ ~ XXVIII~The challenger, that yet
 6   VII|      should find the way.~ ~ XXVIII~"Sir," in the Italian language
 7  VIII|      things to the just.'~ ~ XXVIII~"This said, each one his
 8    IX|   tender, soft and young.~ ~ XXVIII~The bold ensample of their
 9     X|    Christian leaguer was.~ ~ XXVIII~There they alight and took
10    XI|     rising Cynthia shone.~ ~ XXVIII~Her rattling quiver at her
11   XII|    elsewhere sample take.~ ~ XXVIII~"'Thou heavenly soldier
12  XIII|  scale so strange a fort?~ ~ XXVIII~Oh what strange monsters
13   XIV|  stout, wise, and grave."~ ~ XXVIII~Ubaldo in his youth had
14    XV|     the laws and speech?"~ ~ XXVIII~"As diverse be their nations,"
15   XVI|   glistering arms appear:~ ~ XXVIII~As the fierce steed for
16  XVII|    swords and maces hong.~ ~ XXVIII~Then from the mansions bright
17 XVIII|     harp, or cittern she.~ ~ XXVIII~And wantonly they cast them
18   XIX|    heavy pace forth-went;~ ~ XXVIII~His legs could bear him
19    XX|   the hosts together run.~ ~ XXVIII~It was a great, a strange