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 1    VI|        aware,~Against his side he drove his courser's head,~What
 2   VII|         else fled every man,~Fear drove them thence on heaps, with
 3    IX|           foul to hell the angels drove;~The knights delivered from
 4    IX|      force their cruel blows they drove?~How sore their combat was?
 5     X|           sword,~Toward a hill on drove the aged sire,~And hasting
 6    XI|          quite through his target drove,~And bored through his breastplate
 7   XII|    Christians fling,~Whom Solyman drove back with courage stout,~
 8    XV|            This said, her shallop drove she gainst the sand,~And
 9  XVII|       galloped forth and eastward drove amain;~ ~ LXXXVI~While silent
10 XVIII| whirlwinds blow,~The bitter storm drove hailstones in his look;~
11 XVIII|           all this force and fury drove~The Pagan people to forsake
12 XVIII|           bold debar,~He backward drove, upleaped and possessed~
13 XVIII|         cast:~ ~ LXXXVI~The winds drove back the fire, where heaped
14 XVIII|          saw~How the fierce blast drove back the fire and flame,~
15   XIX|            To his last trump this drove the subtle spy,~But smiling
16   XIX|       kind~She said, and from him drove that deadly sleep,~That
17    XX|       each kind,~And all his foes drove back with his sharp blade,~