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 1     I|     accurst alone!~Did not this fatal war affront thy coast?~Yet
 2    IV|      her hot love, but soon the fatal knife~Had cut the thread
 3  VIII|    Death that to him and us was fatal guide.~The rising morn appeared
 4  VIII|       when soe'er he turned his fatal brand,~Dread in his looks
 5    XI| withdrawn to breathe a space,~A fatal shaft upon his forehead
 6   XII|         LXIV~But now, alas, the fatal hour arrives~That her sweet
 7  XIII|   dispoilen shall,~Now, now the fatal ship of conquest lands,~
 8   XVI|       and victory expect,~Come, fatal champion, bring to happy
 9  XVII|        her knight:~He takes his fatal arms, and in his shield~
10  XVII|       For there was wrought the fatal end and fine,~Both of himself
11  XVII|         dear lord,~Gave him the fatal weapon, and withal,~"Young
12   XIX|       For now, alas! behold the fatal hour~That ends our life,
13   XIX|      there a seat~Had found his fatal foes' sharp wrath to shun,~
14   XIX|         mingled be, to give the fatal blow~They will keep near,
15   XIX|     esteem.~ ~ XCII~"That night fatal to me and Antioch town,~
16    XX|      famous hand gives each his fatal hour;~Rinald appeased Armida;
17    XX|      Who knows how many in that fatal strife~He slew? what knights
18    XX|       that he breaking felt the fatal line~Of life, and would