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 1    II|    merry were their hearts? How fresh? How gay?~But for the sun
 2   III|      and cisterns, made~To keep fresh water, but the country seems~
 3    IV|       passed harms?~Remembrance fresh makes weakened sorrows strong,~
 4    VI|   seemed, whereon bright shined~Fresh memory of Tancred's worth
 5   VII|     knights to victory aspired,~Fresh soldiers sent, to make more
 6  VIII|      The silver-mantled morning fresh appeared,~With roses crowned,
 7     X|       before Apollo's chair~How fresh Aurora violets strewed and
 8   XII| squadron there arrived,~To seek fresh water thither haply led,~
 9  XIII|       sweet~And mingleth waters fresh with wines of Crete."~ ~
10  XIII|    drink therein unties,~In the fresh streams he dives his sweaty
11  XIII|     stood,~As sound as erst, as fresh, as fair, as young;~So that
12   XIV|     snares.~ ~ ~ I~Now from the fresh, the soft and tender bed~
13   XIV|         happy youths, who April fresh and May~Attire in flowering
14   XIV|    winter cold,~But on the top, fresh, pleasant, sweet and green,~
15    XV|     This said, toward an island fresh she bore,~The first of ten,
16    XV|        them seats, sweet, easy, fresh and soft.~ ~ LVII~"See here
17  XVII|     from the mansions bright of fresh Aurore~Adrastus came, the
18    XX|      color lost renews~With the fresh drops fallen from the silver