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 1     I| triumphant on the Pagans dead.~ ~ LXXIII~Meanwhile the car that bears
 2    II|       scarce spare their dust?~ ~ LXXIII~"But all your hope and trust
 3   III|          soldiers wept around.~ ~ LXXIII~Among the boughs, they here
 4    IV|          broke is every bough.~ ~ LXXIII~"And for the modest lore
 5     V|           will first advance."~ ~ LXXIII~Their names were writ, and
 6    VI|           so rich a treasure."~ ~ LXXIII~The sly deceiver Cupid thus
 7   VII|         proves as happy may."~ ~  LXXIII~Of these delays meanwhile
 8  VIII|   infected every English tent.~ ~ LXXIII~Not public loss of their
 9    IX|    colored somedeal her blade.~ ~ LXXIII~Lord Guelpho struck again,
10     X|       there he doft and left."~ ~ LXXIII~Thus spake the Briton prince,
11    XI|     leaves lies all his power.~ ~ LXXIII~Kind nature first upon the
12   XII|     brought to Tancred's tent.~ ~ LXXIII~With those dear burdens
13  XIII|        see, and thus He said:~ ~  LXXIII~"Mine armies dear till now
14   XIV|           or skilful Palinure.~ ~ LXXIII~"At the hill's foot, whereon
15   XVI|        honor; farewell, shame.~ ~ LXXIII~"Nor let mine uncle and
16  XVII|           and safe his shield.~ ~ LXXIII~Of Boniface I speak; Valerian,~
17 XVIII|    assault, and that way pass.~ ~ LXXIII~And turning to the worthies
18   XIX|       with the Prince of Ind."~ ~ LXXIII~Lord Tisiphernes shook his
19    XX|         Mars and Fortune ride.~ ~ LXXIII~Between the armies twain