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 1     I| strait they closed found.~ ~ LXXV~They meet no forces gathered
 2    II| hunger so be weaker made.~ ~ LXXV~"The inhabitants each pasture
 3   III|     that for timber went.~ ~ LXXV~And now the axe raged in
 4    IV| pearls, or crystal beads.~ ~ LXXV~Her cheeks on which this
 5     V|      his words depending.~ ~ LXXV~Guasco the fourth, Ridolpho
 6    VI|      st thou art in love.~ ~ LXXV~"No, no, stay here Argantes'
 7   VII|  need these forces keep?"~ ~ LXXV~Thus scorned by that heathen
 8  VIII| might their madness stay.~ ~ LXXV~Now headlong ran to harness
 9    IX|      his reputation lost.~ ~ LXXV~As a fierce steed 'scaped
10     X|    and to greater praise.~ ~ LXXV~"These are but trifles yet,
11    XI|      so soon makes sound:~ ~ LXXV~"Some angel good I think
12   XII|    his plaints out threw:~ ~ LXXV~"What, live I yet? and do
13  XIII|     of long-desired rain.~ ~ LXXV~A sudden cloud, as when
14   XIV|     end, he end his days:~ ~ LXXV~"Then from those deadly,
15  XVII|   with his children five.~ ~ LXXV~Of Almeric the image next
16 XVIII|   flew and all that fell.~ ~ LXXV~Against the fort Rinaldo
17   XIX|   thus bore love's yoke."~ ~ LXXV~All this heard Vafrine as
18    XX|      follow, die or win."~ ~ LXXV~Whether the same were Providence