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 1     I|    Duke, to rule the wars and fights.~He mustereth all his host,
 2     I|     shall perhaps unfold~Your fights, your battles, and your
 3    II|       arms, our honor lies in fights."~ ~ LII~The virgin held
 4   III|    owe,~Had won in prosperous fights and happy frays:~His shield
 5    IV|      hearts subdued in wanton fights:~What wonder if Achilles
 6     V|    all your battles, combats, fights and frays,~You that subdued
 7  VIII|    while the herald told your fights and frays,~Himself of cowardice
 8  VIII|   bore the brunt of all their fights and frays;~But when we had
 9    IX|       To whose stout heart in fights and bloody frays,~For all
10    IX|    she is gone, how will your fights succeed?~Now better arms
11    XI|   shrill, true signs of hardy fights,~Called up to arms the soldiers,
12   XII| unknown in desperate sort~She fights, and falls through pierced
13 XVIII|      so dear;~For thee heaven fights, to thee the winds, from
14 XVIII|      heap do make,~There Hugo fights, in thickest cloud imbarred,~
15 XVIII|        And Tancred bold, that fights and combats still~With proud
16   XIX|    flocked round,~Thence fury fights, hence pity draws the sword,~
17    XX|      she runs, she rides, she fights.~ ~ CIX~The Pagan troops,