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 1   VII|     been,~At least yet shall my spirit dead be blest,~My ashes
 2   VII|     seem indeed;~Well might the spirit of Clorinda pass,~Like her
 3   VII|       in pace.~ ~ C~And for the spirit should seem the same indeed,~
 4   VII| loop-hole peeped out;~ ~ CI~The spirit spake to him, called Oradine,~
 5   VII|     such a good;"~Thus said the spirit; the man did laugh and skip~
 6    XI|        love,~Your happy life is spirit, soul, and breath~Of all
 7    XI|         bath~Unseen the blessed spirit poured hath.~ ~ LXXIV~Pure
 8   XII|        complaints she sayeth,~A spirit new did her those prayers
 9   XII|        her those prayers teach,~Spirit of hope, of charity, and
10   XII|       still and heavy mass,~Her spirit had that earthen cage forsake;~
11  XIII|        tender love made soft,~A spirit false did with vain plaints
12   XIV|         embrace,~And thrice the spirit fled, that thrice he twined~
13   XIV|     flesh and earthly mould,~My spirit pure, and naked soul, you
14   XIV|       Lord not yet~Will free my spirit from this cage of clay,~
15   XIV|              LXV~"Thus sung the spirit false, and stealing sleep,~
16    XV|         keep and hold~The noble spirit of this sailor bold.~ ~
17 XVIII|        the thoughts impure, thy spirit stain;~Not Po, not Ganges,
18 XVIII|       Bishop Ademare, a blessed spirit,~Blest for his faith, crowned
19   XIX|        CIX~"Receive my yielding spirit, and with thine~Guide it