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 1     I|      hill was mounted high,~And smote the glistering armies as
 2   III|      warrior bold,~The first he smote down from his saddle sank,~
 3    VI|        rush and every blow they smote~Thunder the noise, the sparks,
 4   VII|     blade,~Upon their shoulders smote them as they fled,~The blood
 5  VIII| wondrous blows on every side he smote;~A stream of blood, a bank
 6    IX|    glide;~Even in the mouth she smote Albinus then,~And cut in
 7  XIII|       ground with naked foot he smote,~And thus he cried loud,
 8  XIII|       dread their breasts which smote,~Their courage weak no shield
 9    XV|          His stern his back oft smote, his rage to whet,~But when
10   XVI|       and mount gainst mountain smote,~With such great fury met
11  XVII|         She tore her locks, she smote her breast, and shed~Salt
12  XVII|        wind, upon her sail that smote,~So turned as to return
13 XVIII|       naught,~But on the myrtle smote with all his might,~That
14 XVIII|      with such force the engine smote and hit,~That her broad
15   XIX|         sword Tancredi came and smote:~The Pagan knew the prince
16   XIX|     sword up slung,~But that it smote aside, nor there it stayed,~
17    XX|       rest he ran, he raged, he smote,~And in small space, small