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 1     I|      his fury and his rage.~ ~ LXXVI~The King of Tripoli in every
 2    II|    long as please the wind!~ ~ LXXVI~"Perhaps thy fortune doth
 3   III|     with his fruitful vine.~ ~ LXXVI~The shooter grew, the broad-leaved
 4    IV|      bathed a grace unseen.~ ~ LXXVI~Thrice twenty Cupids unperceived
 5     V|    grief were all excluded.~ ~ LXXVI~O'ercome with envy, wrath
 6    VI|       thou hap'st to think?~ ~ LXXVI~"Besides the thanks and
 7   VII|        his swiftness hight.~ ~ LXXVI~This jennet was by Tagus
 8  VIII|    sure and faithful guard.~ ~ LXXVI~Their murmurs heard, to
 9    IX|       world resounds about.~ ~ LXXVI~So Argillan rushed forth,
10     X|      talons sharp in twain.~ ~ LXXVI~"His children's children
11    XI|        on his helmet laced:~ ~ LXXVI~And with a thousand knights
12   XII|     this blood-guilty life?~ ~ LXXVI~"Pierce through this bosom,
13  XIII|        and fountains swell.~ ~ LXXVI~In summer season, when the
14   XIV|     fair Armida's paradise.~ ~ LXXVI~"The house is builded like
15  XVII|        Italy laid the yoke.~ ~ LXXVI~Albert his son the Germans
16 XVIII| Olympus fell, or Ossa hill:~ ~ LXXVI~A mount of ruins, and of
17   XIX|    close the intent to spy.~ ~ LXXVI~Of sly intelligence he proved
18    XX|      forth, and sudden war.~ ~ LXXVI~Nor stayed he till the folk