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 1     I|     under the Arctic star.~ ~ LXIX~"And for I doubt the Greekish
 2    II|    fear not winter's cold.~ ~ LXIX~"They bid thee follow on
 3   III|        well-deserving is.~ ~  LXIX~"Our loss, not thine, provokes
 4    IV|       in her coming, stay.~ ~ LXIX~"I promise thee, and on
 5     V|     all her subjects are."~ ~ LXIX~The captain sage the damsel
 6    VI|     their patients' harms.~ ~ LXIX~Nor feared she among the
 7   VII|  honor and the discipline.~ ~ LXIX~"If ten like thee of valor
 8  VIII|   still methinks it flies.~ ~ LXIX~"What shall we do? shall
 9    IX|     the visage of the man.~ ~ LXIX~Gernier's right hand she
10     X|      bones to rivers cold:~ ~ LXIX~" `Yet may you well avoid
11    XI|      left the head behind.~ ~ LXIX~He bade them take the speediest
12   XII| Farewell, I die in peace."~ ~ LXIX~As violets blue mongst lilies
13  XIII|       stole away by night.~ ~ LXIX~His bad example many a troop
14   XIV|       and thence she flew:~ ~ LXIX~"Nor turned she to Damascus'
15   XVI|   work was left one stone.~ ~ LXIX~As oft the clouds frame
16  XVII|     of their tyrant proud.~ ~ LXIX~Known by his look was Attila
17 XVIII|   timber, logs and blocks.~ ~ LXIX~A thunderbolt seemed every
18   XIX|    now shone love's flame.~ ~ LXIX~Then from the garland fair
19    XX|   motions, such her looks.~ ~ LXIX~But Altamore, this while